Borrowed Flame

It's a meditation on existential theft—how fear of death drives people to drain others emotionally, spiritually, or literally. The candle imagery evokes vigils, memorials, or the biblical "light of the world," but inverted into something vampiric or parasitic. Lyrics: The floor is worn beneath the weight of heavy feet Where shadows dance and ancient echoes meet A thousand flickers stand inside the hollowed hall Their light reflects upon the cold stone wall I walk the rows where every flame bears someone's name Some burn so bright while others fade in shame I feel the wind that pulls my tattered sleeve And steals the wax that I can barely leave My own light flickers in the endless line A dying spark that once was mine I reach across the dark to steal some grace To buy more time in this forgotten place I take the fire from a stranger's hand To calm the fear I cannot understand The melting wax hides stories left untold I trade my soul for flames that grow so cold A stolen breath to light my fading way Walking the path where shadows always stay Whose sun goes dark to light my selfish road Whose morning turns to ash beneath my load A child's first spark or old man's final glow I'll never know the light I stole below The wick I took might have been love so true Now turned to smoke in midnight's hollow view I reach across the dark to steal some grace To buy more time in this forgotten place I take the fire from a stranger's hand To calm the fear I cannot understand The melting wax hides stories left untold I trade my soul for flames that grow so cold A stolen breath to light my fading way Walking the path where shadows always stay The ceiling fades into the blackened sky No hope remains no love comes by I build my tower high with stolen light But lose myself in every borrowed night I reach across the dark to steal some grace To buy more time in this forgotten place I take the fire from a stranger's hand To calm the fear I cannot understand The melting wax hides stories left untold I trade my soul for flames that grow so cold A stolen breath to light my fading way Walking the path where shadows always stay #dark #gothic #metal #progressivemetal