We live for the thrill of the struggle
We live for the love of our sorrows
Brutal north bring me down
Brutal north bring me down again
I stood at the foot of the mill again, like a metaphor of northern time
I watched them burn off the excess, flames to the sky
The fire still burns, when your are gone
My fire will burn, with you or not.
The Thrill of The Struggle, Woods of Ypres
