on the side of a mountain
In the whiteness of light I was blinded
So I lay and awaited the storm
With my shirt already torn
And my skin was soaked to the bone
By the water the tyrant had thrown
Then a mist from the lavas of sin
Slowly crept to my skull through my skin
And my body was carried up high
And I felt myself swept to the sky
Then a mist from the lovers of sin
Slowly crept to my skull through my skin
And my body was carried up high
And I felt myself swept to
Then the world looked like
And I float like a fly in the drought
As I swim past the planets and stars
I look up from where I now lie
And my body was carried up high
And I felt myself swept to the sky
Then a mist from the lovers of sin
Slowly crept to my soul through my skin
And my body was carried up high
And I felt myself swept to the sky
Then a mist from the lovers of sin
Slowly crept through my skull,
And my body was carried apart
