The counterfeit master of the world Will call for his empire! He's the demon of illusion, sorrow, Darkness, mourning and appearance Forests will explode and on red wings Spirits will ascend into the sky! Cities will catch fire and they'll carbonize So unbelievable hot, silent, and dry! Choir: We will burn - fire These corroding flames they will seize, surround us too, You is the victim - the dormant peace! We will burn, the air will be afraid of our mortal frame Ethereal we are, the air we breathe The storm that's stirring up all fire! I see, our life and limb will still Not come to harm by this conflagration Of everything to be allright, Although our hidden souls already dwell In seas of flames, red hot solution! Voice: How will we stand the fire tomo rrow?
