Paroles de The Great Fire

She is the lifegiver, a product of her being Everlasting within herself Her gift is eternal Her storm deafening A great fire blooms upon this blistered earth, blackening the soil To sew seeds for life is to harvest death Nature consumes herself Winds sweep flames across the earth She lays to rest that which she once birthed Her children, victims of her wrath Graveless, their remnants extinguished A great fire blooms upon this blistered earth, blackening the soil To sew seeds for life is to harvest death Ashes dispersed by her breath...