in front of a mountain they stand peak´s too high too high for climbing on top of a mountain they stand and down in the valley is a phoenix dying did they ever compare silver to gold shovelling, shovelling and digging through what is perforating you every little leaden world they said exploded to ashes in mighty shockwaves and buried us under a heavy crust of misleaded silver gold we don´t weight every word but if the words are dying but if the words are dying why doesn´t the speaker follow immediately shovelling, shovelling and digging through what is perforating you as we are caught between the devil and the deep blue sea becoming weaker and weaker our spirit is willing but the flesh is weak it´s a pity we are unable to cause a storm of protest a storm of relieving decontaminating protest ain´t a storm in a teacup our laid open gold bright shiny shimmering so much more than glass would ever be able to don´t let the next tea stand for the rest of your life... time is up spew up the pieces of silver and refresh yourself by the holy vein of gold come on now our valley has waited for ages for the miners to come phoenix is spreading it´s wings when we drive our shovels deep into the crust in a moment of scorn genesis has to be written again when the sun will be blinded by the laid open gold in its purest form when the sun will be blinded by the laid open gold in its purest form i´m the least common denominator to kill a hill and move a mountain to kill a hill and move yourself to kill a hill and move a mountain and perforate what is perforating you to kill a hill and move a mountain to kill a hill and move to kill a hill and move a mountain i am the hill the mountain is you become a miner