In the gardens of fire,
there is a fabric mightier than ice.
In the gardens of fire,
a man doesn't die when he dies.
There's this place in the mountains,
a mysterious lake,
always ablaze with a golden-like glow.
A place of wonder, of unnatural make.
And there's a special little desert,
illuminating the night, with the most wonderful shine.
Steaming and sizzling,
if only it was mine...
In the gardens of fire,
there is a fabric mightier than ice.
In the gardens of fire,
a man doesn't die when he dies.
At the foot of a crested hill,
there is a giant cave.
With walls that are both warm and wet..
Slippery..., but you're feeling so safe.
And there's this ancient little island,
in a big and blue ocean..
Smoldering with fire, it has blackish sand.
Another place of wonder,
like touched by a magic wand.
In the gardens of fire,
there is a fabric mightier than ice.
In the gardens of fire,
a man doesn't die when he dies.
Ferry E. Gerkema
