Firestorm - Earth Crisis

But a kingdom that has once been destroyed can never come again into being, Nor can the dead ever be brought back to life. Warnings of an airstrike The sirens scream out loud Warning on the radio Of what's coming Appearing on the radar A threat from overseas Planes on the horizon Cast shadows on the ground Bringers of destruction Are ravaging the land Fury of the bombers A force to reckon with Sets the world on fire Then turns to strike again Flames are burning higher The bombs keep falling AA guns are blazing As the sky is turning red Better run for cover you'll be quick or be dead Burn! Burn! Rage of the heavens! Burn! Burn! Death from above! Die! Die! Merciless killing! Burn! Burn! Death from above! Carpet-bombing cities And grinding them to dust Able men and women We'll all be victims Everyone will suffer In the wake of their attack Bombers show no mercy A land in ruin Homes are turned to rubble When the airstrike has been approved Facing their destruction Fear the black wings of death! Burn! Burn! Rage of the heavens! Burn! Burn! Death from above! Die! Die! Merciless killing! Burn! Burn! Nothing remains Cities ruined turned to dust All has been lost Rise from the ashes and strike! AA guns are blazing As the sky is turning red Better run for cover you'll be quick or be dead Burn! Burn! Rage of the heavens! Burn! Burn! Death from above! Die! Die! Merciless killing! Burn! Burn! Death from above!

I write songs to fight and to fuck to If you wanna fight then I'll fight you If you wanna fuck I will fuck you Make up your mind, or I'll make it up for you The present is too fast Anticipation is killing us Cutting up rails Eating our own tales So we're sucking up snow white's powder White powder, snow white powder High as tower and ready to fall to the street like a viper Like a viper, like a viper, like a viper I write songs to fight and to fuck to If you wanna fight then I'll fight you If you wanna fuck I will fuck you Make up your mind, or I'll make it up for you Sucking snow white powder White powder, snow white powder High as a tower, fall to the street like a viper Like a viper, like a viper, like a viper I write songs to fight and to fuck to If you wanna fight then I'll fight you If you wanna fuck I will fuck you Make up your mind, or I'll make it up for you Make up your mind, or I'll make it up for you I'm like a Jesus Crisis, Jesus Crisis And I made it up for you I'm like a Jesus Crisis, Jesus Crisis And I made it up for you And I made it up for you (Jesus Crisis) (Jesus Crisis) (Jesus Crisis) (Jesus Crisis) I'm the Jesus Crisis and I made it up for you I write songs to fight and to fuck to If you wanna fight then I'll fight you If you wanna fuck I will fuck you Make up your mind, or I'll make it up for you I write songs to fight and to fuck to If you wanna fight then I'll fight you If you wanna fuck I will fuck you Make up your mind, or I'll make it up for you (Fight! Fuck!) Make it up for you (Fight! Fuck!) Make it up for you (Fight! Fuck!) Make it up for you (Fight! Fuck!) Make it up for you