This place, home for all generations, never´s been to small
When all life worked hand in hand
The centuries passed one by one
Without changing the circumstances
That we needed to be there

Like a firestorm
When all home dies and fear is born
To feed the firestorm
Like a firestorm
That burns the ground you´re standing on
We´ll feed the firestorm

And then - slowly but surely -
Explorers and inventors stepped into
The system they didn´t understand
That´s when the trouble began
And when the time marched on
They had learned how to destroy

Like a firestorm
When all home dies and fear is born
To feed the firestorm
Like a firestorm
That burns the ground you´re standing on
We´ll feed the firestorm

The end of the story is: nothing´s impossible
And that´s what we´re afraid of
Apocalyptic signs, our homestead stands in flames
Guess we missed the lesson modesty

Like a firestorm
When all home dies and fear is born
To feed the firestorm
Like a firestorm
That burns the ground you´re standing on
We´ll feed the firestorm