Feed the Fire

Forced into the cold
Live here is waiting to hear myself
Could it piece to
And the blood on the seats have dried
But the animals will keep their pride
Oh the trees could die
And one of the horses you shoot
I rise to feed the fire
And in the sky
Just let the ashes fly
They’re spreading in the sky
They’re grace and their wings have dried
But the animals will keep their pride
Oh the trees could die
And one of the horses you shoot
I rise and feed the fire
And in the sky
Just let the ashes fly
They’re spreading in the sky
I rise and feed the fire