Woorden: Rage. Firestorm.

This place, home for all generations, never been to small
When all life worked hand in hand
The centuries passed one by one
Without changing the circumstances that we needed to be there

Like a firestorm when all home dies and fear is born
To feed the firestorm
Like a firestorm that burns the ground you're standing on
We'll feed the firestorm

And then slowly but sure
Explorers and inventors stepped into the system they didn't understand
That's when the trouble began
And when the time marched on, they had learned how to destroy

Like a firestorm when all home dies and fear is born
To feed the firestorm
Like a firestorm that burns the ground you're standing on
We'll feed the firestorm

Like a firestorm when all home dies and fear is born
To feed the firestorm
Like a firestorm that burns the ground you're standing on
We'll feed the firestorm

The end of the story is, nothing's impossible
And that's what we're afraid of
Apocalyptic signs, our homestead stands in flames
Guess we missed the lesson modesty

Like a firestorm when all home dies and fear is born
To feed the firestorm
Like a firestorm that burns the ground you're standing on
We'll feed the firestorm