Lord Vicar - The Funeral Pyre (Full Song)

Taken from the album ''Fear No Pain'' 2008 http://www.myspace.com/lordvicar I find it hard to carry on On this road, in a naked world Ashes whirl around the trees that still stand Endless pain hurts my soul But no cry can be heard Just some whispers escape my teeth As I curse this land I am a man who has nothing Without your love I can't go on When I laid down your frozen hand I let go life Now the dream is almost over Sands of Time are running lower Through broken glass Lord of the trees is the one who can make them fall I carry the wood to the hills to prepare her fire Suffering under this burden I have to crawl Building her funeral pyre to be lifted higher I once had a dream Of these fluctuating spiral skies Where the smoke was fixed with red rain that is still running down my sombre face I'll have to be strong To wake up from this red nightmare But my head is filled with dull pain That feels real to me in so many ways Now the flames are reaching higher And my love has passed through fire Through teeth and claw