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Wildfire, Part III: Wildfire Town, Population: 0 (Sonata Arctica)

You didn't come in peace, wear a flower in your hair Didn´t mean to harm anyone of us in here You need what you take, like a candle needs a snowflake The roots are alive and the bodies will rise You can try the same, but you'll never have a dice Waging a war to a mountain; death, eruption Know that if Mountain wants you all begone, thou wilt be gone You bring in the machines... "fire in the hole!" Money is the power, morals gotta go Tomorrow comes and the law is not a problem. Corruption. On every standing nail a hammer is to fall No value in the oddities, evolution's gone Talk is cheap but the suits are not Thy will be done, thou wilt be dead You dig another hole in the one you´re standing in Nothing is enough for Generation Greed Angels die for the cause, long live the faction If you have access, "it is fine to reave!" You only destroy to be able to leave this planet one day. What a perfect day! Thy will be done, Thy will be done, Thy will be done, thou wilt be dead. Fiat iustitia, Pereat Mundus Tulkoon oikeus, tuhoutukoon maailma Seen so many of you die, thy will be gone. Yay! You are wasting your life, use a pen as a knife Always wanna take more than you ask for All your promises reek, gluttony makes you weak. Our planet is ever so grateful, grateful when your offspring´s gone: done! Gomorrah be gone, revolution, a new spin You don´t wanna dance in the ballroom you´re in Mountain gives no hope, line up to die now. You are in a battle you´re not supposed to win Still you run to your death, face it with a grin Run home, kids, while you still have homes A place where you learn about harmony and peace These you never knew, wish you would, but never will It's in your blood, but your blood runs thin The Mountain still wants to believe, you can turn the page again You lose your hope here, one by one Listen to me, son, you've got nowhere to run You are not perfect at anything, least of all in things we were always good at slow to learn, you are slow to learn, children grow and burn, 'cause you'll never learn... Thy will be done, Thy will be done, Thy will be done, Thy will be, Thy will be... ...thou wilt be dead. Species, generations. Extinct? Evolved? What you call progress, must be put on hold To let you have your way is not an option "Using his burgeoning intelligence, this most successful of all mammals has exploited the environment to produce food for an ever increasing population. Instead of controlling the environment for the benefit of the population, perhaps it is time we control the population to allow the survival of the environment." - David Attenborough