There once lived a man, long ago In a land of days dark and cold Blessed with gifted hands, some wood and stone Birthed a glowing flame that none had known The people gathered around From every land and town They'd never seen such a wonder, such warmth and such light Dancing and blazing throughout the cold nights He showed them how they too could make such a fire with their own hands With their own hands Well, the priests and the preachers, they heard of this man How his teachings of fire quickly spread through the land They feared such a power ought not rest in the hands of plain men So they conspired to end him in secret, you see But the people wanted answers, so quite cleverly They built a shrine and throne For the man, the wood, and the stone People worshiped on But oh, the flame was gone And they were taught, "Man is evil, He must do as the law requires. And he must never, But never play with fire."