In the shadows of Hell’s Kitchen, where the devil prays
Blind eyes see clearer than the light of day
Red suit bleeding, knuckles raw and torn
Justice isn’t pretty when it’s born of scorn
They’ll never know my face, but they’ll fear my name
Every punch I take, every soul I save from flame
Catholic guilt and vengeance, my confessional of blood
Daredevil of the night, drowning in the flood
Born again, fallen down, I rise through the pain
The man without fear, in the pouring rain