Fire!
It didn't ask permission!

Fire!
Did we steal it or did it steal from us?

Stone against stone, the spark was born!
Without God without pity only a hunger to exist!
Orange and terror in hands that still tremble
A piece of the Sun that will never bow!

We roast the flesh we burn the traitor
We melt iron we melt vows of love
We write hymns on the skin of martyrs
And we burn the books that dared to remind us!

Fire! Cradle and pyre at the same time!
Fire! Home that becomes violent exile!
Fire! Cradle and pyre at the same time!
Fire! Home that becomes violent exile!

Fire does not judge
It obeys only the first touch
And the wind that comes to laugh at our illusion!
Who holds whom in the infernal dance?
Is it we who walk or is it he who makes us burn?
Prometheus does not sleep! The ember still throbs in humanity's heart!
Prometheus does not sleep!
And the last flame cries out: I am not finished yet!

Fire! Cradle and pyre at the same time!
Fire! Home that becomes violent exile!
Fire! Cradle and pyre at the same time!
Fire! Home that becomes violent exile!

We tame it like a river in a rushing current
We believe the banks will hold back its fury
But in the flame's eyes the question burns alive
Who after all is the slave of this captive flame?

Fire! Cradle and pyre at the same time!
Fire! Home that becomes violent exile!
Fire! Cradle and pyre at the same time!
Fire! Home that becomes violent exile!

We dance in a circle singing of civilization
But the fire smiles quietly in the darkness
We are legs voice remorse and a match in our pockets
The way it found to walk through the mad world!

Fire! Cradle and pyre at the same time!
Fire! Home that becomes violent exile!
Fire! Cradle and pyre at the same time!
Fire! Home that becomes violent exile!

Who holds whom in the infernal dance?
Are we the ones who walk or is it the one who makes us burn?

Prometheus does not sleep!
The ember still throbs in humanity's heart!
Prometheus does not sleep!
And the last flame cries out: I am not finished yet!

When the city falls when the name turns to dust
When memory is ashes carried away by the wind
Only will remain
A stubborn ember
Refusing to die
Like someone whispering hoarsely: I haven't finished telling your story yet

Fire! Cradle and pyre at the same time!
Fire! Home that becomes violent exile!
Fire! We are the flame that thinks!
Fire! Cradle and pyre at the same time!
Fire! Home that becomes violent exile!
Fire! We are the flame that thinks!

Prometheus doesn't sleep! (Doesn't sleep! Doesn't sleep!)
The last ember cries out to the void: I haven't finished yet!

And the fire smiles because it knows
We were never the owners
We are only the way it walks

Who holds whom?