Like a volcano awakening
from deep slumber
and whatever creates mountains
cries for coming to life.
Like a volcano awakening,
dormant for seven centuries,
lava of mine, lava of mine
warm blood of mine.
A few relatives,
distant cousins,
tell me if anyone has remained
for us, the birds.
A few relatives
deep in the bowels of the mind,
lava of mine, lava of mine
celestial body.
I received the light as a communion
and this where the heart usually takes you to,
I didn't take them in consideration,
the evils of the world,
I understood.
I received the light as a communion
and I endure the fire in my chest,
I didn't take them in consideration,
the evils of the world,
I understood.
Like a volcano awakening
from deep slumber
and whatever creates mountains
cries for coming to life.
Like a volcano awakening,
dormant for seven centuries,
lava of mine, lava of mine
warm blood of mine.
I received the light as a communion
and this where the heart usually takes you to,
I didn't take them in consideration,
the evils of the world,
I understood.
I received the light as a communion
and I endure the fire in my chest,
I didn't take them in consideration,
the evils of the world,
I understood.
Like a volcano awakening
from deep slumber
and whatever creates mountains
cries for coming to life.
Like a volcano awakening,
dormant for seven centuries,
lava of mine, lava of mine
teardrop of Christ.
With lava, I gained insight into
all of those things the masses secretly speak of.
And even though they sounded insane,
I understood
the sighs of the living...
...I...the light...