Spreading through the forest
It grows with burning rage
Many flee to safety
Only to be turned to ashes

When will rain come?
When will rain come?
End this plague of blaze
I stand as wind to blow it away

Will water come aid me?
Help our people, Lord
Deliver us from the Hell on Earth!
Orange, yellow, red flare at our bodies turn to black

Lord, God, please heed our plea for the demon to be gone from us
gone, gone, gone, gone we want it!
The blazed as streaks of blood mark it's victims with ink black
We strike back, flare it back the water come aid

Our water turns to a haven for our flee!
The blaze shall not reach us
no more...