The fish rolled in on a summer's day
The men struck dark to sing
They never knew of the coming threat
Clasping high in the summer sky
While still on the course,
the battle still remained
As the mountain shook and the sky went
black and fire hissed and stomped
An echoed scream, just turned and run
In the rain, in the rain of dust
In the rain, the rain of dust
With the air aglow, a pyroclastic flow
Sleeping down the hillside towards the
The duck took hold in a choking grip
And the black smoke scarred the brick
They gave the bold and quiet prayer
In the rain, in the rain of dust
With the rendering of dust
With the air aglow, a pyroclastic flow
Sweeping down the hillside
dawn in amongst the vines
When the mist hangs on the hills
you can feel their traces still
Wandering through the ancient streets
in a densely crowded throng
And glancing back, the threat's not gone
In the rain, the rain of dust
In the rain, the rain of dust
With the air aglow, a pyroclastic flow,
sweeping down the hillside towards the town below.
With the air aglow, a pyroclastic flow,
sweeping down the hillside towards the town below.
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