The fire burns far,
far down into the ground,
it looks for an open path.
It rages through the walkways,
digs out its routes,
glowing, churning blood.
The fire burns far,
far down into the ground,
it looks for an open path.
It rages through the walkways,
digs out its routes,
glowing, churning blood.
It is spat forth from craters with fearfully great screams,
grey-black pillows of smoke.
Gleaming stones,
Burning lava,
Living forces at play.
It is spat forth from craters with fearfully great screams,
grey-black pillows of smoke.
Gleaming stones,
Burning lava,
Living forces at play.
Beyond the blackness,
danger and clouds of ash
like death's darkness lain over our home.
Dances in the sky,
joy over the country,
A sun gleaming with courage.
Beyond the blackness,
danger and clouds of ash
like death's darkness lain over our home.
Dances in the sky,
joy over the country,
A sun gleaming with courage.
The fire burns far,
far down into the ground,
it looks for an open path.
It rages through the walkways,
digs out its routes,
glowing, churning blood.