82 Fires

Darkened clouds rolling over the valley sparked the resting flame
Earth has come to claim her country, screaming out for rain.
Thunder’s fixed on the battle drum
pounding summoning a lightning strike.
One by on her heart be
gathered, waiting for the first to light.
Ooooh, I don’t know when the wind’ll turn,
Ooooh 82 fires still burn.
Raised two boys in the land of my
father’s tending crops in the fertile fields.
Through depth of frost and fire only took what the land could yield.
We heard old tales of 82 fires, smoke turned day to night.
And legends told there would come a time
when their return would follow their might.
Ooooh, I don’t know when the wind’ll turn,
Ooooh, 82 fires still burn.
The clearing’s quiet,
the air’s been taken to the furnace over the rise.
The last red sun has been shredded by the smoke that stings our eyes.
We always knew that on this land we would live and die,
but here we stand amoung 82 fires, speak our breath as goodbye.
Ooooh I don’t know when the wind’ll turn,
Ooooh 82 fires still burn.
Ooooh I don’t know when the wind’ll turn,
Ooooh 82 fires still burn.