Dust settles thick in the air
Covering us with a miasma of despair
When the fire burns, when the blaze rages
Smoke fills our lungs, it burns the eye
It brings sickness, it brings death
A cloud of ash drifts down
Enveloping us, binding us to the earth
When the fire burns, there’s a limit to its fury
Growing and expanding, expanding and growing
The fire burns with a vengeance
Lusting with hunger, it knows no bounds
It rages on, and flares brightly
It has a thirst that can never be quenched
When the fire burns we let it
We are helpless to prevent it
When the fire burns it brings death and destruction
When it burns we mourn for loss
But soon it passes of its own accord
Soon the fire dies, and with it comes rebirth
Renewal, restoration, regrowth
The fire has come, and the fire has gone
And with it, all things are reborn