Firestorm — текст песни (Rage)

[Music by: P. Wagner, M. Schmidt, Lyrics by: P. Wagner]

This place, home for all generations, never`s 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 surely -
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...

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...