The enemy is at the gate;
the enemy I cannot hate.
The one who walks within the fire;
who walks within my funeral pyre.
There is no hate – there is no fear,
the path ahead is never clear
but if I walk the path I see
then my heart is clear and free.
The enemy is at the gate;
the enemy I cannot hate.
The one who walks within the fire;
who walks within my funeral pyre.
There is no hate – there is no fear,
the path ahead is never clear
but if I walk the path I see
then my heart is clear and free.