Wayback in december 1969,

I was just a little boy, the world still was mine;

A cold winter evening, Christmas coming soon,

as we saw the man in the weak light of the  moon...

    Standing on the temple-stairs, I just could see his face

    The way he looked at me, he must've come from outer space

Dressed up all in black, as a shadow in the light,

he stood there right before me: a prophet of the night.

He told us to get out, fly far away,

cos' evil's grown to fast, it was time for the last day...

    "Far beyond the stars" he said, "disaster's coming in"

    We shoud fly out, fly out before it all began !

               YOU HAVE HEARD HIS WORDS...  SHOULD WE BELIEVE IT ?

               WILL THEY DESTROY US ?  TELL ME, SHOULD WE FIGHT IT ?

               FIRE RUSHIN' DOWN... TO TAKE AWAY ALL EVIL !

               AND YOU KNOW WE CAN'T WIN IT, TOGETHER WITH THE DEVIL,

               AGAINST THE FLAMES, AGAINST THE HEAT, THE WALL OF FIRE...

               AGAINST THE FLAMES, AGAINST THE HEAT, THE WALL OF FIRE !

Was it just a dream, that twisted my mind

and keeps on coming back to me again and again ?

Could've been a vision, one of the kind

that's somehow to come true, as an oracle of death !

    and I still don't understand why I should be the one

    to bear the pain of wondering if it ever will be done !

               YOU HAVE HEARD HIS WORDS...  SHOULD WE BELIEVE IT ?

               WILL THEY DESTROY US ?  TELL ME, SHOULD WE FIGHT IT ?

               FIRE RUSHIN' DOWN... TO TAKE AWAY ALL EVIL !

               AND YOU KNOW WE CAN'T WIN IT, TOGETHER WITH THE DEVIL,

               AGAINST THE FLAMES, AGAINST THE HEAT, THE WALL OF FIRE...

               AGAINST THE FLAMES, AGAINST THE HEAT...

               THE WALL OF FIRE ! ...  FIRE ! ...  FIRE !