Fire - Last Train

Written by：Jean-Noël Scherrer

When we leave these miles behind us

We see the fire on the mountain

We see the fire Holy Fire

As we run

The top's coming down

And the flamme keeps on shining

As we crawl

All things are falling

And our shadows become silver lightning

All smokes go up

All minds go down

And it keeps on burning

When we left

These miles behind us

We saw the mountains facing each other

And now all the moutains are gone

Gone in the fire

Oh Holy Fire

Holy fire

We saw the mountains black as a feather

And now all the mountains are gone

Gone in the fire

Holy Fire