On the plains of the desert
From the echoes of a wind song
A murmured cry was heard
Singing of a word The word of the land begotten
Is very seldom taught
Which tribes of old have sought
To natives of the desert Way up in the sky the sun is burning bright
The teachings of a wasted life and a darker death
All the natives screaming, screaming to be free The burning sun is turning black falling from the sky As the moon fades away
Bridge
The darkest fall from the sky
And the sun turns black
The doom and destruction begins
Prepared for their attack
Inside the natives minds
In the dawning hour
It seems it never ends
Except for those of the dead
At once the sun turns back
And the battle stops
Everyone's in grave danger
Is the one.
For the one who shall deceive us But on the night of the light all night things fell
On the day of the night things were always well
Thrown into the pit you hear the natives scream
The legend lives on in the Sun God's eye.
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