Paroles de Thunderbird

In the whitest white house in the house made of the dawn
The redest red house; the house of evening light
The blackest black house, we purify the day
Soaring through the night 2

Stars falling as the great bird flies
Starring her winds of the world
Large lightning flashing from her eyes
Your face of fall dominates the skies

Thunderbird
Thunderbird
Thunderbird
Thunderbird

Praise lightning on the mountain top
Wings soaring through the night
Power of the condor I control through rain
Faithful servant to the sky

Purify the day
Soaring through the night

In the house made out of dawn
In the house of evening light
You purify the night Thunderbird
Thunderbird
Thunderbird...
(Fades out)