[Music by: P. Wagner, M. Schmidt, Lyrics by: P. Wagner]      This place, home for all generations, never's been to small   when all life worked hand in hand   the centuries passed one by one   without changing the circumstances   that we needed to be there      Like a firestorm   when all home dies and fear is born   to feed the firestorm   Like a firestorm   that burns the ground you're standing on   we'll feed the firestorm      And then - slowly but surely -   explorers and inventors stepped into   the system they didn't understand   that's when the trouble began   and when the time marched on   they had learned how to destroy      Like a firestorm...      The end of the story is: nothing's impossible   and that's what we're afraid of   apocalyptic signs, our homestead stands in flames   guess we missed the lesson modesty      Like a firestorm...