In a story of a long time ago
god Prometheus stole a dancing glow
of bright red, orange, and yellow
a spring where strong passion and energy flow.
So magical yet so dangerous
What are you holding, O god Prometheus?
So hot and so dry
A Dancing Spirit on high
Touch it? Don’t give it a try
or else it will give you a painful cry.
O, Fire…
A Dancing Spirit of bright yellow, orange, and red
People stand before you in dread
Your hunger must constantly fed
So your warmth will continuously spread.
O, Fire…
A Spirit of Light
In the darkness of the night
Make this place so bright tonight
Be our shining knight.
O, Fire…
A Spirit of Passion
Give us your protection
Not our destruction
Don’t lick your tongue on our possession.
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