Death

Bow the sun, sick and tired of the human desire.
We rot. Better burn in a fucking disaster.
Come and rise. Feel the hate of a building empire.
We die. Burn the world in the holy fire.
Death!

I, the sun. Consume God, never eternal.
Devine. Spitfire till the new arrival.
Come and rise. Feel the hate of a new empire.
We all die. Death.
Rise!
Rise!

Rise up hellfire. Drown into oblivion.
Rise up oceans. Reclaim the holy land.
Life turns into blood oil.