WHERE THE FIRE TREES STAND

We come from the pines
From the low country dirt
Where the water runs red
And the fire trees grow

From the earth, we pull iron
From barrens and bogs
We drink from the sky
When the summer rains fall

Pitch pines bleed
Onto white sugar sand
The deer and the vulture
Reign over this land

Ash is our history
Our beginning and end
Angels and devils
Circle this land

They come down as lightning
As thunder and wind
They go up as ash
Where the fire trees stand

On the ash, travel memories
Of the earth sunken in
What falls down the hole
Shall crawl out again

It comes out at night
It howls on the wind
It keeps to the woods
Where the fire trees stand

Our plants, they drink blood
Our sand drinks the rain
We know that which dies
Will come back again

In a land that is barren
We've learned to breath fire
Our devils grow wings
Our angels grow tired

That which has fallen
Shall rise up again
We come from the iron
Where the fire trees stand.