One day, when the fires eat the lands
And the widows start to dance
Then it shows all the beauty in just one day
Why is it ever too late, and why is it ever?
Why is it ever too late, and why is it ever too late?

See the beauty of the world for a second, just a glance
One day when the fire roses dance

One day when I'm crying for this song
Now it's written to the end
I could save all their children in just one day
Why is it ever too late, and why is it ever too late?

See the beauty of the world in a clear vermilion sky
One day feels like Indian summer
Lose the beauty of the world so in common with the dying
One day when the flame of innocence lets the fire roses dance

Missa ignis, missa ultoris
Missa presteris et saltatus

See the beauty of the world in a clear vermilion sky
One day, one day

Plant the trees to cut them down
Burn my city to the ground
Count seconds, steal the time
Waste your words to build a rhyme
For all holes in me to fill
I need the newborn lives
To pray my true amens after fire roses dance