Thunderbird
The Golden Filter
In the whitest white house, in the house made of the dawn
In the reddest red house, the house of evening light
In the blackest black house, you purify the day,
You're soaring through the night,
You're soaring through the night
Storms forming as the great bird flies
Stirring her winds of the world
Watch lightning flashing from her eyes
Your fearsome form dominates the skies
Thunderbird
Residing on the mountaintop
Wings soaring through the night
Born of the condor i control the rain
Faithful servant to the sky
Purify the day, soaring through the night
Purify the day, soaring through the night
In the house made of the dawn, in the house of evening light
In the house made of the dawn, the house of evening light
You purify the day, you're soaring through the night
Thunderbird
Thunderbird
In forests and fields, in rivers and from ponds, all that have webs, cloven footed ones.
To the grand ark, together friendly came, whose several species were to everlong to name.
In the whitest white house, in the house made of the dawn
In the reddest red house, the house of evening light
In the blackest black house, you purify the day,
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