We're here, we're here.
We're plumes of smoke, we are tongues of fire.
We're here, we're here, we're here.
We're nearby, nearby, we heat up your fingers,
And the logs are cracking as we hug them tightly.
A song we're singing in sync with each other.
If you want, we'll burn all the ice stars in heaven.
If you want, we'll burn whatever you request.
We'll burn enemies to get them out of your way.
We'll make ash and cover all the sky that weighs your
Head down, that has got a brilliant brain inside it.
We'll destroy for good the roads that run so vainly
Through your home land, through the fascinating planet.
Soon you'll shine as brightly as we shine together.
All those icy mountains we will turn to ashes.
All those icy mountains, all those icy boulders.
All the useless things that are so faith destroying.
There are no more trees and there are no more lakes.
There is nothing left but only pyre flames.