Nature Sent

歌詞

I can see the wheel is turning River flowing turbulence The fog is floating travel to the mountain high My temple is consciously unconscious sigh To the warning sign I've seen the sight Many times it was written in the scrolls Burning monk was written by nameless noblemen The sentiment of sediments are questions nature sends I smell the storm Sword of Susano cutting Raijin on the top of nature’s dome Thunder roars Cracks the spinal cord but I never stop to walk Never mind the cold Wherever wind may blow I’m letting the rolling stone Stop it halt! Like a tree but I was born With a leg and mind I shall move forward Make the whistle to a lullaby the rain is but a song How many hours till the morn ‘till I meet the sun How many months ’til the cold corrupts the fun How many years ‘till our souls are no longer shunned? How many more, how many more, how many more? The clock is ticking the back of my neck is itching From mosquito bites Only those who carry heritage need blood the rite The night is only temporary so is light Sun and moon can never be bright in time but I mean that’s alright 'Cause what would I do if the moon has got to move into a room With another woman her womb will be looking like him too Dig a hole, that’ll be her tomb Only Sun can rise A few fluorescent flower starts to fight and bloom How many hours till the morn ‘till I meet the sun How many months ’til the cold corrupts the fun How many years ‘till our souls are no longer shunned? How many more, how many more, how many more? ‘Cause every step gets harder climbing up nature’s rock ladder Testing my cowardice, patience, my virtue don’t meet the standards Wind is blowing from all directions, affection to nature Im holding tight On the branches the divine are the vines Are my feet and the lines on the trees that point the sky And where the mind aims to be and seeks the life before another birth What it meant to live on this planet the life on earth Tribulations and the trials but not in denial How many hours till the morn ‘till I meet the sun How many months ’til the cold corrupts the fun How many years ‘till our souls are no longer shunned? How many more, how many more, how many more?