paroles de chanson Wildfire, Part: III - Wildfire Town, Population: 0 - 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
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!
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."
- David
Attenborough
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