Towering cloud, mystery shroud
Enveloping and concealing
The purpose of pain, is never in vain
Purity is our healing
The hour's late we can't negotiate
We're dancing on the edge of reason
And we'll soon ignite
When smoke is rising
It won't be long until
The fire
A Serpent of Brass
Pandemonium Mass
All of the children sleeping
We're drawing so near the
Precipice of fear
Over the edge we're leaping
I see the heat on the horizon
I feel the temperature keep rising'
As it draws us in
When smoke is rising
It won't be long until
The fire
When smoke is rising', fire is comin'
The world is on fire tonight