I see the river’s been dry for ages
I see the books stored on the shelf
No-one’s ever seen their pages
No-one ever lost themselves

I see the flames – can’t touch the fire
I heard a song never been sung
Still I try although I’m tired
To search The Land where we belong

But the rivers can’t run drier —
There’s a story to be told

Cause when the flames are getting higher
He will guide me through the fire
To the end of the storm
Cause when the flames are getting higher
He will guide me through the fire
To the end of the storm

I see the boats left in the harbour
Never sailed the open sea
I see a soldier without armor
Scared of what he cannot see

I see the roads I did not travel
I see the life I never lived
Still I’m trying to unravel
I did not deserve this gift

Though this love makes me a liar
Still His story must be told

Cause when the flames are getting higher
He will guide me through the fire
To the end of the storm
Cause when the flames are getting higher
He will guide me through the fire
To the end of the storm