What did you say?
Don´t speak.
You nailed down all your words on me
And it felt like a blind guide.
Leading me into quicksand.
So fight fair, fight fair.
But all you hear is noise.
Fight fair. Fight fair!

I´ve earthed this seed so many times.
Deeply held in this skin of bark.
Branches made of ash and forests born aflame.

Restless and full of poison, shattered by a sea of dialog.
Rabid speech like dogs with teeth.
Words like a beggar, that don´t speak.
Crouched and bent out of shape.

Rip this tongue out by the root.
Shake the walls off this pale grave.
A blaze, a blaze is set upon the hills.

A blaze, a blaze is set upon the hills.

An open grave from which a great forest will rise
The fires collapses.
The corpses I´ve made.
This should not be. Oh, how we curse.
The tongue is a flame.
Let there be grace.

With words like a beggar, with words like a beggar
That don´t speak, that don´t speak
That don´t speak, that don´t speak
Don´t speak

Rip this tongue out by the root
And shake these walls
Shake these walls of this pale grave

A blaze, a blaze is set upon the hills

Fight fair!