Black Sun

Tired, laying down on sands that fall
Through a sky that was shapped in glass
Peering at my thoughts of what I was before
Knowing that these days are now long gone

Burn through the dark skies
I'll be born through the fusion of hollow and chaos
A constellation inside turns black

Deep in the abyss, the voice of salvation emerges
When transformation is about to rise
Darkest moments, light apears
A black Sun rises

Burn through the dark skies
I'll be born through the fusion of hollow and chaos
A constelation inside turns black
A constelation inside turns black