82 Fires

Darkened clouds rolling over the valley sparked the resting flame
 Earth has come to claim her country, screaming out for rain
 Thunder's fixed on the battle drum
 Pounding summoning a lightning strike
 One by on her heart be
 Gathered, waiting for the first to light
 Oh-oh-oh-oh, I don't know when the wind'll turn,
 Oh-oh-oh-oh 82 fires still burn
 Raised two boys of the land of my
 Father's tending crops in the fertile fields
 Through depth of frost and fire only took what the land could yield
 We heard old tales of 82 fires, smoke turned day to night
 And legends told there would come a time
 When their return would follow their might
 Oh-oh-oh-oh, I don't know when the wind'll turn,
 Oh-oh-oh-oh 82 fires still burn
 Oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh
 Oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh
 Oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh
 Oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh
 The clearing's quiet,
 The air's been taken to the furnace over the rise
 The last red sun has been shredded by the smoke that stings our eyes
 We always knew that on this land we would live and die,
 But here we stand among 82 fires, speak our breath as goodbye
 Oh-oh-oh-oh, I don't know when the wind'll turn,
 Oh-oh-oh-oh 82 fires still burn
 Oh-oh-oh-oh, I don't know when the wind'll turn,
 Oh-oh-oh-oh 82 fires still burn
 Oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh
 Oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh
 Oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh
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