wings
Wings of fire
It roars in the eyes
It's the final countdown
The firemen running wild
The fire hydrants leaving dry
The black smoke rising high
Wings of fire
The shouting matches high
By the time the fire hydrants found
The ashes falling from the sky
Wings of fire the darkness reign
For a while before it is blown away
Wings of fire
The wind make it bad
It burns in the eyes
The crying matches high
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