In a faraway time, in the dawning of man They were bound by the laws of the land A flash in the sky, a roar in the ground Had effects that they could understand
A river of gold the morning would bring With lifeblood in every ray Their cornucopia Would run dry this every day
No turning back Skies growing black Now gods appear as people run
No turning back Skies growing black Now gods appear as people run Behind the zenith of the sun The black sun
In a gathering held a decision was made To restore the imperative light They couldn't dissuade their desperate fear Of a life in perpetual night
The forces at work, a will they must have There must be a reason behind A human sacrifice The very first of its kind
Sending ripples of fear and a growing unrest A belief of a spiritual cost The couldn't unsee the prophecy's lie On the day when humanity lost
Their innocence gone, taken away By powers yet to be seen Their powerless cries, their desperate calls For deities to intervene
Now gods appear as people run No turning back Skies growing black Now gods appear as people run Behind the zenith of the sun The black sun
Gods appear and they demand a ransom for their sun Black sun Show your face Black sun Show your face
The chosen ones in servitude Will look upon your gaze AgainTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
