From cathedrals of labour
A choir of beggars
Sing them songs of besieged, embattled fools
Anvils rhythm in a fiery prison
Quenched with the blood of those not with us
Flame is hot
Smoke it high
Burning embers and sparks will fly
And whoa the years have come taken my youth from me
'Cause times is hard when you're not man made
There's a dust from the bones of the absentees
And it gathers on the branches of the apple trees
Lunar kings, observing life
Camouflaged in dark of night
Firebringer
Has he caught your eye?
Bake in the kiln
All the men, women, children
The fire breathes the air of life
And whoa the years have come taken my youth from me
'Cause times is hard when you're not man made
And whoa the years have come taken my youth from me
'Cause times is hard when you're not man made
Smoking towers block the sun
The volcanic tusk erupts
From cycloptic beast sounds distant shriek
It hunts for meat, its fast food feast
Iron silk down edge it spills
Loops around with cosmic tails
Blackened skies, decayed horizon
Stinging tail strikes through Orion
Whoa the years have come taken my youth from me
'Cause times is hard when you're not man made
Locomotives
Go unnoticed
Moving caskets
Soon are opened
Firebringer
Comes to earth
See him walking
Across the earth
And whoa the years have come taken my youth from me
'Cause times is hard when you're not man made
And whoa the years have come taken my youth from me
'Cause times is hard when you're not man made