Fires That Light the Earth Songtext
von Thrawsunblat

There must be more, much more, to life than this electric, egocentric, current circumstance
On this Earth, there must be more than this for Homo sapiens
Homo spirans, Homo amans, Roamer of the Earth for aeons
Thriver through ages of ice
Homo pugnans, homo narrans*, Hauler Down of Bear and Mammoth
We are they—the same line

Give me sun and give me song, and I will charge our blood with ancient life
Give me sun and give me song—and the years I′ll sing us back to ice
This chthonic howl echoes across Metachthonia
Somewhere in the distance it is answered
Look to the sky, look to the hills, to ground you in this electric age
Look to the folk and the past they fill to ground you in this electric age


I find myself a being of consuming flame
And seeing that the senses are deceived and isolated by machines
I find
Myself a being of consuming flame
And seeing that the passions are deceived and maneuvered by machines
As you journey on through these modern times, walk light through the traps of the age
As you journey on through these
Modern times, walk heavy through the barriers made

Metachthonia! Metachthonia! Chthonic times are gone
Metachthonia! Metachthonia! Metachthonic times live on
Look not to these modern times—where diodes shine over the sun
To solve questions older than life, for the times only concern with themselves

Lost in urban sprawl
Spiritual withdrawal
Lights and screens decide all dreams
The distant landscape breathed and I heard the sky above—it groaned clouded words
Followed the chthonic call; journey to the coastal wall
Where great trees stand across wide whispering land
The sound of waves striking cliffs was speech, conversation
Eternal
Tones, in the marrow of my bones
"And the fires burn bright
And they burn in number
Oh how they burn all across the Earth
And the fires burn all across the glowing Earth
And the fires burn for any who wish to find them
Any who wish to find them"


I plant my feet upon the cliff and breathe the spray of the sea
Arms wider than the thundering sky
I roared out to all I could see and stretched flame into the sky
Though immersed in mist and spray
The fire that surged from heart to fist was ready to consume me
I saw the threads appear in the air: not quite cloud, not quite vine
Glowing with each pulse, reaching high from my chest to the clouds
And the sky broke with crashing light and sound to deafen Thor himself
Lightning lit the ethereal braid
All went black
When the storm cleared I sprawled on the green
And the landscape breathed
The stars became life in the sky
When I felt the blood pulse in time with the Earth
I'd found my answer