Fallen branches 
 Broken seasons 
 Summer sun 
 And all the trees on fire. 

 Down the slopes like 
 Scattered rock slides 
 The air is thick 
 With carbon dioxide. 

 I will bring you down... 

 Dying embers 
 I remember 
 Village friends you 
 Put all your trials on me. 

 One [bad word] 
 Would dwarf this [bad word] 
 What will they know 
 If I blame the volcano? 

 I will bring you down... 

 O volcano! 
 O volcano! 
 O volcno! 
 They know our secret now!