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