Another burning night, sweat soaked into my skin,
Carrying my family’s hopes and prayers on my back.
A lonely fate wandering through the smoke till the end,
Bearing the pain of others—this is my calling.
First in,Last out—that’s our creed.
Before someone's sorrow and suffering ignite,
We dive into the flames, holding onto the thread of life.
We won't let the fire consume what it craves.
Last in, First out—My family's desperate wish,
But reality tells a different tale, as I push into the raging flames.
Between black smoke, life, and death—that’s my workplace.
Through the burning fire, some turn to flames, some to ash,
Drifting away like smoke in the endless sky.
The souls of the ones left behind flicker like candlelight.
(Oh Lord, watch over us) Even if my breath stops,
Let me be the light for those who remain.
(Oh Lord, watch over us) Standing at the crossroads of light and darkness,
I pray, I hope that we all keep breathing.
A fire exit like a bottomless black hole,
I dive in, searching for life, searching for a way out.
Thick, suffocating smoke—I just pray I make it through.
Sweat and blood shed in place of others' tears,
Carrying the weight of sorrow as I step back into the flames.
To save someone else, even if it means this might be my last.
Every day feels like Russian roulette,
A gamble where life and death walk a thin line.
Sometimes I face death, sometimes I create miracles.
(Oh Lord, watch over us) Even if my breath stops,
Let me be the light for those who remain.
(Oh Lord, watch over us) Standing at the crossroads of light and darkness,
I pray, I hope that we save and are saved.
First in, Last out-hope carried through the flames.
Remember, someone is waiting for my hand.
Another burning night, sweat soaked into my skin,
Carrying my family’s hopes and prayers on my back.
A lonely fate wandering through the smoke till the end,
Bearing the pain of others—this is my calling.
First in,Last out—that’s our creed.
Before someone's sorrow and suffering ignite,
We dive into the flames, holding onto the thread of life.
We won't let the fire consume what it craves.
Last in, First out—My family's desperate wish,
But reality tells a different tale, as I push into the raging flames.
Between black smoke, life, and death—that’s my workplace.
Through the burning fire, some turn to flames, some to ash,
Drifting away like smoke in the endless sky.
The souls of the ones left behind flicker like candlelight.
(Oh Lord, watch over us) Even if my breath stops,
Let me be the light for those who remain.
(Oh Lord, watch over us) Standing at the crossroads of light and darkness,
I pray, I hope that we all keep breathing.
A fire exit like a bottomless black hole,
I dive in, searching for life, searching for a way out.
Thick, suffocating smoke—I just pray I make it through.
Sweat and blood shed in place of others' tears,
Carrying the weight of sorrow as I step back into the flames.
To save someone else, even if it means this might be my last.
Every day feels like Russian roulette,
A gamble where life and death walk a thin line.
Sometimes I face death, sometimes I create miracles.
(Oh Lord, watch over us) Even if my breath stops,
Let me be the light for those who remain.
(Oh Lord, watch over us) Standing at the crossroads of light and darkness,
I pray, I hope that we save and are saved.
First in, Last out-hope carried through the flames.
Remember, someone is waiting for my hand.