Fire Of Heaven Altar Of Earth chords by Matisyahu

• Capo on 2nd

Intro: Am G F G

Riff:
  Am       G        F     G
e|-------------------------------------------------------------|
B|-------------------------------------------------------------|
G|-------------------------------------------------------------| X 4
D|---2-3-2---------2-----------0-------------------------------|
A|---------3--0------3--0------------------3---------5-5-------|
E|------------------------3------3----1--1---1---3-3-----3-----|

Chorus:
 Am            G            F    G
Fire descends from on high in the shape of a lion

 Am            G             F    G
Burn the sacrifice of pride and ride on Mount Zion

 Am            G            F    G
Fire descends from on high in the shape of a lion

 Am            G             F    G
Burn the sacrifice of pride and ride on Mount Zion


   Am           G
Rub me the wrong way, taking the highway

     F             G
Rubbing sticks together but your fire's man-made

    Am            G
Capitalize on hot air, soar like an airplane

     F
Yearn to rise in the sky quick high like cocaine

    G
False pride is suicide but you've got nothing to gain

   Am
Babylon's buildings raise like flames

 G
Drowning in their champagne

  F                G
Explosion pulled the pin in the hand grenade

   Am              G
Soul stain blowing up, in your own domain

   F                G
Fire crackers ohh and aah, but they never maintain


Bridge:
 F        G
Fires burning, flames are dancing

   Am             G
Don't burn the house down Lord

 F        G          Am           G
Heavenly fire only resides on an altar made from the ground


Bridge

 Am       G
One pair of eyes

   F          G
But see two different things

 Am      G        F      G
One person cries but the other one sings

 Am                G
You walk around like everybody owes ya something

        G          F
Take what you got, thank God for all that life brings

   Am                G
The poor man has it all but not content with anything

      F                   G
While the rich man's hands are empty but he's sitting like a king


Bridge

 Dm                 G
Backpack's getting heavy, moving at a steady pace

     Am                Em
Carrying bricks on your shoulders and lead around your waist

    Dm               Am
Making way, run in haste, there is no time to taste

     Em
What you ate, we should be grateful got a plateful

Fire burns like ice morsels falling fire like rain

Chorus