Texty: Wuthering Heights. The Bird.

I feed off light, light is my source
All evil thoughts and painful memories
Are washed away by the radiance
Of golden spring

Standing as a flaming torch
On the road of time
Past, present and future gathered in one force
Physical pleasure, summer is mind

I'm dying in the darkness
I'm living in the light
I'm but a song, a voice in the wind
And I feel like flying

The wheel has turned, the flame still burns
No more hiding under the ice
I'm but a song, the wind carries me on
The bird of light shall rise

I feed off light, light is my source
Past, present and future gathered in one force
Summer I greet thee
Thou art my time and I feel like flying

The wheel has turned, the flame still burns
No more hiding under the ice
I'm but a song, the wind carries me on
The bird of light shall rise as winter dies

Hot is the fire now burning
Bright are the songs they play
But when the winter spirits
Once more take the sun away

Will it be forever?
Will it be forever?
Will it be forever?