I need a catalyst, to rekindle the flame
  That once burned within these fists where defeat remains
    The night has fallen down the staircase...
    I need a catalyst, to rekindle the flame
  That once burned within these fists where defeat remains
  One Februrary night, we screamed our agonies
  And I swear I tried to care
  I tried, I tried...
    But the icicles hung down like prison bars...
    I need a catalyst, to rekindle the flame
  That once burned within these fists where defeat remains
  One Februrary night, we screamed our agonies
  And I swear I tried to care
  I tried, I tried...
  (And) I lost the will to fight...
  The will to fight...
  (I lost the will to fight... I lost the will to fight... I lost it... I lost it...
  I lost the will to fight.)