Man Behind the Sun

Sometimes when it‘s dark I see the man staring at the sun
With his eyes open wide not blinded by the light
It seems so long that I followed him down the lightish way
And once I distressed him it got darker with each day
Sometimes when it’s dark he kisses my lips with vermillion
He whose mouth is like a flame
'til my tongue is torn and bleeding
And as the spirits gather in the coldness of the field
I started waving the flag
And through the black morass I fled, I jumped, I fell
Nowhere to find my way
By sunrise I’ll try to break him
I don’t know where he is from
And when it falls I try to take him
The man behind the sun
I passed the garden grey until the fields felt endlessly
And I saw him standing desperately by the oldest of the trees
I sat in the black field and storms shook the corn
I heard the woeful cries of men
By sunrise I’ll tr y to break him
I don’t know where he is from
And when it falls I tr y to take him
The man behind the sun
Severe storms destroyed the fields of sorrow
My calls fell silently alone
The flag I waved before was long gone
Taken by the man behind the sun
At sunrise I tried to break him
I don’t know where he is gone
And as he fell I stood behind him
The man behind the sun