Smoke goes high up to the sky. Love is a burning thing, And it makes a fiery ring.
Our hearts rise with it, Our souls rise with it. Bound by wild desire, I fell into a ring of fire.
Ash falls down upon the ground. The taste of love is sweet, When hearts like ours meet.
Our tears fall with it, Our fears fall with it. I fell for you like a child. Oh, but the fire went wild.

Land of dreams holds our ancient ones. I fell into a burnin' ring of fire. I went down, down, down,
We hold each other, We love each other. And the flames went higher. And it burns, burns, burns,

Flame tells a story to the wall. The ring of fire. The ring of fire.

We tell of old times, We tell of hard times.

Bitter fruit into golden honey.
We work our magic, We live our magic.

Sacred ritual by the fire.
Our hearts are happy, Our souls are happy.

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