Lyrics

The drone, the whistle, the *thunderous* sound It seared their eyes, it shook the ground One hundred thousand voices lift While ashes like dirty snowfall drift The clouds of purple blowing gas The tiny sun is rising fast Your star is on the rise Fire on high and fire below Fire on high and fire below
Writer(s): Cornelis T B Barry Drooger Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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