Hellish fire, leaping high
Filling the early morning sky
Orange flames licked at the heavens
I mourn the third of august ‘87

Sad and drifting leaves i was

Destroyed, burned to the ground
Listen, hear the sirens sound
It’s too late, it’s too late, too late
Grief stricken, sorrow for our fate

I stared into the ruins
All those memories…
Sadness in my heart
It ripped my soul apart