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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...



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