Refiners Fire
Refiners Fire
There is no curse
in the black saphpire
everyone is tried in the
Refiners Fire
you made your stand
didnt cut and run
protected all
your loved ones
hard to fly
within these walls
silence echoes
in the halls
we all are purified in the
Refiners Fire
twisting and turning
bfore
we retire
we all are tried in
Refiners Fire
It's not a curse
it's the creators desire
to try us in
the Refiners Fire
HC Holbert
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