The Flame کے بول

On the edge of the city In the dust of the daylight There's a place Where the truth cannot hide There's no hell and no heaven No sense in believing All you have is your hope And your pride Rusting iron, bricks and paper Hold each other for shelter So you sleep And you call it home You may just hear The sound of the calm Before the storm In my heart of the country Far away from the town Working day after day In the factories and mines And your name is a number And your colour is black It's the colour of midnight And coal Well, the young men are restless And the old men are tired Always working for nothing And being alone You can feel the heat of the calm Before the storm Chorus: Well, you can move a mountain And shut out the sky You can put out the fire But the flame won't die Ohhhh... As the smoke settles slowly And the crowd clears away The shouting is over They have nothing to say Nineteen voices of silence Lying dead in the street Nineteen voices are still now Ten thousand will fight And you might know the voice of the calm Before the storm