Standing to the edge of a cloud,
I saw a myth the shape of his was vast.
And among light and dust,
He spoke these words of wisdom:

Born from the sun I denied eternity,
Colors will bleed but never fading
Born from the sun shall I reach humanity,
Searching the waves of our memory

Father of selection awake them now,
Sun demons let me hear your call.
One step beneath the fall,
Through fragments they will rise again

Born from the sun I denied eternity,
Colors will bleed but never fading.
Born from the sun shall I reach humanity,
Searching the waves of our memory

As they harvest the pain away an empty soul remains.
As they harvest our pain away an empty soul remains the same.
As they harvest the pain away an empty soul remains.
As they harvest our pain away an empty soul remains the same.