Paroles de Carrier of wounds

I slumber throught my years, like the desert moves with the wind.
Frozen and flickering, the lustful year has met its end.
A wanderer i am indeed...
...the son of the moon...
And i will carry mountains soon.

A burden i was for those who woke the sun.
I threw their masks away, lit my torches and burned their eyes.

Forgiven i never was.

But i will carry mountains soon.
A burden, is it not?

Kneeling i chose my faith,
While they lit the sun, and flew naked
And blind over my desert fields.