I fear this mountain might be my grave
I wouldn't ask for any help anyway
and there ain't no lookin' back now
but I knew that before I came

Black Flame, refracting, like shy thunder, crackling
Black Flame, it's grasping, and calling my name

Stuck my head up out the foxhole
and all I saw was incoming rain
I guess the path home don't matter now,
any more than it did yesterday

Black Flame, refracting, like shy thunder, crackling
Black Flame, it's grasping, and calling my name

Amongst the craters and the wreckage
amid the smoke the wind and the steam
it was there I received the message
and all it said was we come in peace

Black Flame, refracting, like shy thunder, crackling
Black Flame, it's grasping, and calling my name

Black Flame, refracting, like shy thunder, crackling
Black Flame, it's grasping, and calling my name, again.

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