Testo Oh Sweet Fire

Gradually cold
Seasons fall down on me
Seasons fall down on me
Gradually cold

It's Gradually cold
Seasons fall down on me
Seasons fall down on me Gradually cold
Gradually cold

Deep in the action
No, never just words
The block’s on alert
As red as the eyes that are glaring

I march with my love
Yeah, we chant and we roar
The sound of drums reflecting off buildings
As high as the fist that has risen

Oh sweet fire
I feel in her palm The urge to let it be known to the powers that be that true balance is due
Overdue
Sweet fire
I feel in hеr palm
Never just words
Nevеr just words