The Dear Hunter - Battesimo del Fuoco Ebm Believe you me, the price is clear Abm A child born, the mother near. Ebm To death and life, as hand in hand, Abm A failed life exposed the man Abm B F# C# Who led her off into the flame Abm B F# C# To cast her back to hell again. But, hear you me, the break of dawn Will wash away the sins thereof. Unto the lake, beyond the tree, The child waits, alone is he. The flame is gone, the fire remains.