Shallow hills will rise. Cold drop. Hole to the other side. All these sons of mine. Hold my knees and fall but never fly. Cold drop. Hole to the other side.
Don't tell me that they're all the same. Cause even the sound of his name. Carries me over their reach. Back to some golden beach. Where only he remains.
So heads will rise. Cold drop. Hold to the other side. All these sons of mine. Hold my knees,. I fall, I never fly. Cold drop. Hold to the other side.
As I walk through frozen sands. Through the flames of burning lands. My feet are torn, they're torn to strands. I will not thirst. . As I cross the raging sea.