We burn with the setting sun
Our goals are greater than life itself
Our veins spit at the ground below
A gift greater than the life you live
Face your fears. be an instrument of doom
All your dreams, lost and yet realized
From a cold spot, lifting the horizon
Our eyes behold the sinking sun
Brought down through unnatural acts
We praise the heralds of the winds
From the clouds, tainted red and purple
By the embers of a fading star
Light dies, the dark ensues
Alone in all creation. all alone
Spare no means lighting the seven fires
Make us free, instilling blind faith into our desires
We bleed. scream with fever-pitched, poisoned bodies
All life must cease!
Our minds must persist
Where our bodies fail
Where life cannot subsist
Endlessly dark be our days
Our pa**ions, as our drives put aside
In favor of the void for which we fend
All that motivates us in our sacrifice
The urge to bring about a final end
Stronger than the will to live
More intense than existence, the horror
Dulling the senses with a mindless fear
Our beings cannot ever hope to fathom
We burn with the setting sun
Our goals are greater than life itself