Enemy Of The Sun Testo

It's rays dyed with the blood of our disrespect

Suffering for the wisdom long forgotten
The sound of bloodletting echoes on the wind
The suicide of drought for a faith destroyed
We starve with pride and glass in our throats

Harvest their return
Those who drive away the sun

The masks lay fallen, sheltered in the dust
Tearing our flesh amongst wolves
See how they run as we laugh
In lunar horizons there is understanding

Harvest their return
Carry my soul to the sun