Mountain of flames
Higher and higher
Smoke climbs higher
Orchards of fire

Seconds, minutes, hours
Days, weeks, months
Years of history
Stories in the wood
Take to the sky
Higher and higher
As the smoke climbs higher
In the orchards of fire

But the history is not lost
No, it is only misplaced
Stolen by the atmosphere
Spread across the skies
Fragments of a past life
To shield us from the stars