Blaze Reckoning

The summer breeze began to choke

Deep in the pines,

a column of smoke

A sudden spark, a sleeping giant wakes

And the dry earth beneath us shakes

Red orange ribbons in the trees

Feeding on the dry

southern breeze

Wildfire!

(burn it down!)

Wildfire! Running hot,

running free

Swallowing the canopy (yeah!)

Ash is falling down like snow

Nothing stands where the embers blow

An army made of heat and light

Turning midday into endless night

Red orange ribbons in the trees

Feeding on the dry

southern breeze

Wildfire!

(burn it down!)

Wildfire!

Running hot,

running free

Swallowing the canopy (yeah!)

Burn it down...

(burn...) Nothing left

behind but

the ash