Like a crimson corpse in the sky
the blood-soaked sun lies down to die
trading morning for mourning
fading, scorning a warning
Sinking, swirling, a thousand black holes
to oneness and God send back the souls
here they will forever pray
here they will forever stay
From a fierce double hurricane
comes a sheer sorrow, fury, pain
tears of blood fast from its eyes
fears do flood past as it cries:

high again, take my place, rise!
lies of men make me face my demise

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