When the stormwind plays a boneharp on the rocks
I forge you out of steel, I dream you out of iron
The days are full of work
and so are the nights
To wrestle with angels
that come from the darkness, laughing and uninvited
I try to mirror the rhythm of the trees
to breathe with an animal
I try to fit immortality
in the rhythm of the outer space
But the mornings are waiting
The evenings are sharpening their teeth
The touch of human escapes
One's own blood turns against itself
refrain:
I'd like to surf between the stars
On the long wave of creation
I'd like to race against Satan (x2)
At wastelands I wrestle
and lose to you
I will always wrestle and
I will always lose
I see a face in the air
I hear voices in the wind
I have memorized my part
and I don't know what to give up
refrain x2