To this vast wasteland
we will set a flame.
This is the beginning of our
Burning Farm.
Smoke is rising to the sky.
And you and I beat the drum.
To the earth gods above.
You and I sing our song.
Now it is harvest danc.e
Stamping down the ash to land.
Passing the holy wine cup,
we return to primitive man.
Smoke is rising to the sky.
Burning Farm!
