מילים לשיר Touch The Sun – Crimson Glory

Looking down upon your world
Desperate changes it goes through
My blackThough you think you know my face
Occupying space (is what)
Brings me here to you. Dark clouds fill your mind with memories we design
Mask the fear of evil you can't conceive
Transversed through time and space
"There is no God" to save your race
We harvest the worlds we need. With dark eyes we steal your minds with memories deep inside
You hide in fear from terror you can't conceive
Bending time and space
"We are the Gods" of your race
We harvest the worlds that we need. (If we could only Touch The Sun
To dream is not enough
The world is on our hands. (lead) (end) ("At the end of the Millennium, the signals and the number will appear in the sky. The iron birds will obscure the sun. The beasts of Apocalypse will come out from the sea. The flames from the hell will surround the Earth. At the same time, the sky will burn and the sea will grow and the lands will be swallowed. And the man will know the truth". - Prophecy of a Saint-Almis Templar).