Firestorm

[Music by: P. Wagner, M. Schmidt, Lyrics by: P. Wagner] This place, home for all generations, never's been to small when all life worked hand in hand the centuries pa*sed 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 Like a firestorm...