Wildfire, Part: Iii - Wildfire Town, Population: 0 Lyrics - Stones Grow Her Name - Sonata Arctica

You didn't come in peace, wear a flower in your hair 

Didn't mean to harm anyone of us in here 

You need what you take, like a candle needs a snowflake 

The roots are alive and the bodies will rise 

You can try the same, but you'll never have a dice 

Waging a war to a mountain; death, eruption 

Know that if Mountain wants you all begone, thou wilt be gone 

You bring in the machines "fire in the hole!" 

Money is the power, morals gotta go 

Tomorrow comes and the law is not a problem. 

Corruption. 

On every standing nail a hammer is to fall 

No value in the oddities, evolution's gone 

Talk is cheap but the suits are not 

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Thy will be done, thou wilt be dead 

You dig another hole in the one you're standing in 

Nothing is enough for Generation Greed 

Angels die for the cause, long live the faction 

If you have access, "it is fine to reave!" 

You only destroy to be able to leave 

This planet one day, what a perfect day! 

Thy will be done, Thy will be done, 

Thy will be done, thou wilt be dead. 

Fiat iustitia, Pereat Mundus 

Tulkoon oikeus, tuhoutukoon maailma 

Seen so many of you die, thy will be gone. Yay! 

You are wasting your life, use a pen as a knife 

Always wanna take more than you ask for 

All your promises reek, gluttony makes you weak. 

Our planet is ever so grateful, 

Grateful when your offspring's gone, done! 

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Gomorrah be gone, revolution, a new spin 

You don't wanna dance in the ballroom you're in 

Mountain gives no hope, line up to die now. 

You are in a battle you're not supposed to win 

Still you run to your death, face it with a grin 

Run home, kids, while you still have homes 

A place where you learn about harmony and peace 

These you never knew, wish you would, but never will 

It's in your blood, but your blood runs thin 

The Mountain still wants to believe, you can turn the page again 

You lose your hope here, one by one 

Listen to me, son, you've got nowhere to run 

You are not perfect at anything, least of all in things we were always good at 

Slow to learn, you are slow to learn, children grow and burn, 'cause you'll never learn 

Thy will be done, Thy will be done, 

Thy will be done, Thy will be, Thy will be 

Thou wilt be dead. 

Species, generations. Extinct? Evolved? 

What you call progress, must be put on hold 

To let you have your way is not an option 

"Using his burgeoning intelligence, 

this most successful of all mammals has exploited the environment 

to produce food for an ever increasing population. 

Instead of controlling the environment for the benefit of the population, 

perhaps it is time we control the population to allow the survival of the environment.