The city of fire

 The city is on fire

From the city of fire

To the land of desire

To the cool waters of the dead

Where the living rise up from the bog beneath

Our feet

And the water is a home and a bed

But from the city of fire

Where the streets are aflame

And the people like matchsticks burn

And they cry out the name 

Of the city they claim

Oh the city, the city's on fire

To the land of the green trees

Where the water runs sweet

And it runs in the rivers

and quenches the flames and the heat

And I left the city of fire

To return to the land of the dead

Where the dead are living

And living dead walk

And they rise up from the bog

Oh the men of chalk

The men and the women of chalk