Wildfire, Part III - Wildfire Town, Population: 0 (исполнитель: Sonata Arctica)
You [bad word] in peace, wear a flower in your hair Didn´t mean to harm anyone of us in here You need what you take, like a candle needs a snowflake The roots are alive and the bodies will rise You can try the same, but you'll never have a dice Waging a war to a mountain; death, [bad word] Know that if Mountain wants you all begone, thou wilt be gone You bring in the machines... "fire in the hole!" Money is the power, morals gotta go [bad word] and the law is not a problem. [bad word] On every standing nail a hammer is to fall No value in the oddities, evolution's gone Talk is cheap but the suits are not Thy will be done, thou wilt be dead You dig another hole in the one you´re standing in Nothing is enough for Generation Greed Angels die for the cause, long live the faction If you have access, "it is fine to reave!" You only destroy to be able to leave This planet one day, what a perfect day! Thy will be done, Thy will be done, Thy will be done, thou wilt be dead. Fiat iustitia, Pereat Mundus Tulkoon oikeus, tuhoutukoon maailma Seen so many of you die, thy will be gone. Yay! You are wasting your life, use a pen as a knife Always wanna take more than you ask for All your promises reek, gluttony makes you weak. Our planet is ever so grateful, Grateful when your offspring´s gone: done! Gomorrah be gone, revolution, a new spin You don´t wanna dance in the ballroom you´re in Mountain gives no hope, line up to die now. You are in a battle you´re not supposed to win Still [bad word] to your death, face it with a [bad word] home, kids, while you still have homes place where you learn about harmony and peace These you never knew, wish you would, but never will It's in your blood, but your [bad word] thin The Mountain still wants to believe, you can turn the page again You lose your hope here, one by one Listen to me, son, you've got nowhere [bad word] You are not perfect at anything, least of all in things we were always good at Slow to learn, you are slow to learn, children grow and burn, 'cause you'll never learn... Thy will be done, Thy will be done, Thy will be done, Thy will be, Thy will be... ...thou wilt be dead. Species, generations. Extinct? Evolved? What you call progress, must be put on hold To let you have your way is not an option