The Builders and the Butchers Follow

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 [x3]