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There once lived a man, long ago |
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In a land of days dark and cold |
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Blessed with gifted hands, some wood and stone |
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Birthed a glowing flame that none had known |
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The people gathered around |
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From every land and town |
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They'd never seen such a wonder, such warmth and such light |
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Dancing and blazing throughout the cold nights |
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He showed them how they too could make such a fire with their own hands |
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With their own hands |
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Well, the priests and the preachers, they heard of this man |
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How his teachings of fire quickly spread through the land |
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They feared such a power ought not rest in the hands of plain men |
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So they conspired to end him in secret, you see |
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But the people wanted answers, so quite cleverly |
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They built a shrine and throne |
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For the man, the wood, and the stone |
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People worshiped on |
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But oh, the flame was gone |
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And they were taught, "Man is evil, |
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he must do as the law requires. |
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And he must never, |
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But never play with fire." |
