Yea,though we crawl through the valley of smoke
We'll fear no blackness or flicking hell,
for firefighters answer the ring of the bell.
With a set of irons, our brothers and hose,
we'll crawl through the fire and blinding smoke,
Nozzle in hand and a thermal to see,
looking for the flame in the belly of the beast.
For we are men courageous and insane
running into fire to help the wounded and lame
With faith in the Lord and our brothers by our side,
we fight fire with water and try not to die.
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