Funeral Cult - The Son

I wade through heavy rainy clouds
I Want to get to the sun
Like small bird I struggle with the wind
I bring the past back to my mind
The showing pictures wring tears from my eyes
The falling rain cools burning body with its streams
I'am flying high above the valleys
I'am the day
I'am flying high above the mountains
I'am the night
I'am flying high above the forests
I'am the glare of the morning
The wipering clouds at my feet
Send thunder bolts to the earth
I'am free
Mother earth opens her arms to take her son
So I lay in her to rise at midnight
When the moon gives me strenght
Giving me his light
The words cut out in the big rock will tell the past
What is passing by and what will pass away
The only true words
Your blood like lava is boiling in my heart
The vulcan of bitterness
Your tears like mountain streams are filling up my eyes
Forming a boundless lake of pain
Your scream like mountain streams are filling up my eyes
Forming a boundless lake of pain
Your scream like the wind is filling up my mouth
Like an endless abyss of suffering
I'am the cult pushed down into the well of oblivion
I will fill the earth up with the light
I will melt the ice mountains paralysing your thoughts
I will build the dam on the river of madness
I will show the way of truth