Out of the Mountain

Out of the Mountain - The Builders and the Butchers

I came out of the mountain

My hands were on fire

My cradle the ocean bottom

My home became the sky

I wasn't born a father

I never knew my son

I was born down in the fire

In the storm and the flood

I set fire to the earth

And I've come to watch it grow

I walk the world with a black coal heart

And I'm here to make the cold wind blow

I rose up from the desert

I walked across the sand

Set the earth on fire

With the back of my hands

I rode the wind with voices

A black and evil tongue

Sees a guilty man set free

And an innocent one hung

I set fire to the earth

And I've come to watch it grow

I walk the world with a black coal heart

And I'm here to make the cold wind grow

And no one makes it rain

The way you make it rain

So I can I will keep the rain

I will keep the rain

I fell out of the mountain

My hands were broken still

These words my testament

These words my final will

I wasn't born a father

But now I know my son

And this is what he told me

While he held a smoking gun

I set fire to the earth

And I've come to watch it grow

I walk the world with a black coal heart

And I'm here to make the cold wind blow

I walk the world with a black coal heart

And I'm here to make the cold wind blow

I walk the world with a black coal heart

And I'm here to make the cold wind blow

I walk the world with a black coal heart

And I'm here to make the cold wind blow