Oh, what lies as this fire silently rises   Sparks piercing the sun   Darkness where there was none looked dead   Green and white, blue has yet to die   Crimson tides flowing fluid and wild   Draw those tears and kneel to the day   Mud will flow, greener grass to grow   Worry not, your time here was well      Oh, what lies as this fire silently rises   Sparks piercing the sun   Darkness where there was none looked dead   Green and white, blue has yet to die   Crimson tides flowing fluid and wild   Draw those tears and kneel to the day   Mud will flow, greener grass to grow   Worry not, your time here was well