Fire کے بول

When we leave, these miles behind us We see the fire on the mountain We see the fire, holy fire As we run The top's coming down And the flamme, keeps on shining As we crawl All things are falling And our shadows become silver lightning All smokes go up All minds go down And it keeps on burning When we left These miles behind us We saw the mountains facing each other And now all the moutains, are gone in the fire Oh holy fire! Holy fire! We saw the mountains, black as a feather Now all the mountains, are gone in the fire Holy fire!