| Tongues of fire tell of ancient ways
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| Of long dead kings who ruled in pagan days
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| They knocked before their burning gods
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| Incandescent — worthy of our praise
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| Long ago we lost our way
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| Where’s the thunder? |
| Where’s the light, you say?
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| In the darkness we retire
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| Let us light an endless fire
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| Old Fires!
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| Dying embers expire; |
| but the feeling remains
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| Burn bright, burn higher!
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| Old Fires!
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| I know you see their flames
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| A regal sun once filled my days
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| When a cold wind blew in and swept our fire away
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| Without light how will I see you again?
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| Or were you ever there to find?
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| Long ago we lost our way
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| Where’s the thunder? |
| Where’s the light, you say?
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| In the darkness we retire
|
| Let us light an endless fire
|
| Old Fires!
|
| Dying embers expire; |
| but the feeling remains
|
| Burn bright, burn higher!
|
| Old Fires!
|
| I know you see their flames
|
| Long ago we lost our way
|
| Where’s the thunder? |
| Where’s the light, you say?
|
| In the darkness we retire
|
| Let us light an endless fire
|
| Old Fires!
|
| Dying embers expire; |
| but the feeling remains
|
| Burn bright, burn higher!
|
| Old Fires!
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| I know you see their flames |