Some say the world will end in fire, A blazing passion, hot and dire. From what I’ve seen of wild desire, I stand with those who favor fire.

But if it had to end in ice, I think I know enough of vice. For in the cold of frozen spite, Destruction finds a silent night.

Flames burn bright, but ice cuts deep, Both paths lead us to eternal sleep. We dance on the edge of heat and cold, Which story will the future hold?

Fire, fire, the thrill of the blaze, We chase the light in a heated daze. Ice, ice, the chill in the night, We face the end, both wrong and right.

In fire’s glow, hearts beat fast, A fevered rush, we hope will last. But ice can freeze the boldest soul, Turning warmth to bitter cold.

Flames burn bright, but ice cuts deep, Both paths lead us to eternal sleep. We dance on the edge of heat and cold, Which story will the future hold?

Fire, fire, the thrill of the blaze, We chase the light in a heated daze. Ice, ice, the chill in the night, We face the end, both wrong and right.

In the flames, we find our way, Through the ice, we fight to stay. Passion’s burn or frozen end, Both will come, my friend.

Flames burn bright, but ice cuts deep, Both paths lead us to eternal sleep. We dance on the edge of heat and cold, Which story will the future hold?

Fire, fire, the thrill of the blaze, We chase the light in a heated daze. Ice, ice, the chill in the night, We face the end, both wrong and right.

Fire, fire, or ice, ice, Which one will be our final price? Fire, fire, or ice, ice, Which one will be our final price?

About: A warning to not let the extremes of human nature consume us all. Lyrics inspired by Robert Frost’s “Fire and Ice”

Copyright 2024 Danilo Stern-Sapad