Land On Fire

Summer time, rising crime, the lands on fire.
The riots starts, the left-wing guards a funeral pyre.
The time is gonna come, when they are gonna run – the land is ours.
When is it gonna end, the people say when the dreams gone sour.

A land on fire – a funeral pyre!

Blazing days, the looting pays – the red flag flies.
Blazing nights, the blood red lights – the nation dies.
One day soon, a different tune – the lion turns.
And once awake, the left will shake – the red flag burns.

A land on fire – a funeral pyre!
A land on fire – a funeral pyre!

Time tide will turn and we will spurn, the former age.
Out they’ll go and then we’ll know, they’ve faced our rage.
An order new, has things to do – and debts to pay.
The dawn will rise, to gladden eyes a brand new day.

A land on fire – a funeral pyre!
A land on fire – a funeral pyre!