Yeah, it hurts I turn around and without a sound I see the fire that shouldn't even be there What could be worse Than to suffer a curse The nights so black but I remain intact Well, crack my back What could be worse Than to suffer a curse Surrounded not by game But by a thousand flames Garble, garble, garble, if we could make it down To at least the rocks on the beach I think we'll be safe there Just out of reach, just out of reach Yeah, it hurts I turn around and without a sound I see the fire that shouldn't even be there What could be worse Than to suffer a curse Surrounded not by game But by a thousand flames Surrounded, surrounded