Fantasy - A Rainmaker

Rolling thunder, wake up tribes with your heavy stroke Let us take over,

won’t you set that land on fire

The heat was on, blowing to the top

The heat was here, rising to the top

(Everybody hear)

Sing, sing, come and play with me Turning rites into melody

Sing, sing, be a part of it

Take a leap in that fantasy

And Fantasy

Under pressure watch the mist falling to the ground No surrender free your gaze

in the milky way

The heat was on, blowing to the top

The heat was here, rising to the top