Sonata Arctica Wildfire III – Wildfire Town, Population: 0 Lyrics

You didn’t come in peace, wear a flower in your hair

Didn´t mean to harm anyone of us in here

You need what you take, like a candle needs a snowflake

The roots are alive and the bodies will rise

You can try the same, but you’ll never have a dice

Waging a war to a mountain; death, eruption

Know that if Mountain wants you all begone, thou wilt be gone

You bring in the machines… “fire in the hole!”

Money is the power, morals gotta go

Tomorrow comes and the law is not a problem.


On every standing nail a hammer is to fall

No value in the oddities, evolution’s gone

Talk is cheap but the suits are not

Thy will be done, thou wilt be dead

You dig another hole in the one you´re standing in

Nothing is enough for Generation Greed

Angels die for the cause, long live the faction

If you have access, “it is fine to reave!”

You only destroy to be able to leave

This planet one day, what a perfect day!

Thy will be done, Thy will be done,

Thy will be done, thou wilt be dead.

Fiat iustitia, Pereat Mundus

Tulkoon oikeus, tuhoutukoon maailma

Seen so many of you die, thy will be gone. Yay!

You are wasting your life, use a pen as a knife

Always wanna take more than you ask for

All your promises reek, gluttony makes you weak.

Our planet is ever so grateful,

Grateful when your offspring´s gone: done!

Gomorrah be gone, revolution, a new spin

You don´t wanna dance in the ballroom you´re in

Mountain gives no hope, line up to die now.

You are in a battle you´re not supposed to win

Still you run to your death, face it with a grin

Run home, kids, while you still have homes

A place where you learn about harmony and peace

These you never knew, wish you would, but never will

It’s in your blood, but your blood runs thin

The Mountain still wants to believe, you can turn the page again

You lose your hope here, one by one

Listen to me, son, you’ve got nowhere to run

You are not perfect at anything, least of all in things we were always good at

Slow to learn, you are slow to learn, children grow and burn, ’cause you’ll never learn…

Thy will be done, Thy will be done,

Thy will be done, Thy will be, Thy will be…

…thou wilt be dead.

Species, generations. Extinct? Evolved?

What you call progress, must be put on hold

To let you have your way is not an option

“Using his burgeoning intelligence, this most successful of all mammals has exploited the environment to produce food for an ever increasing population.

Instead of controlling the environment for the benefit of the population, perhaps it is time we control the population to allow the survival of the environment.”