Fire dances, and fire breathes,
as I stare at the embers in wonder.
The other fire burns woods and leaves,
as that surge splits the pretty forest a-sunder.

As I stare at the embers in wonder,
I think of my ancestors and feel alive.
As that surge splits the pretty forest a-sunder,
the birds fearfully take to the skies.

I think of my ancestors and feel alive,
as I feel the heart of my fire beat.
The birds fearfully take to the skies;
from their nests, they must retreat.

As I feel the heart of my fire beat,
the other fire burns woods and leaves.
From their nests, they must retreat.
Fire dances, and fire breathes.