Disciples Of The Ashen Sun

Bleak, forlorn, our sulphur-blazing refuge,

no haven of wisdom was gained, no light

shone upon our search for celestial knowledge

upon the quest for a celestial throne.

Suffering we are, tristful and torn,

unspoken, the grand guilt of heaven and

the guilt that remains, a scar on the ones

who tasted the fruit ere to the mortal hand.

But as long as the earthly tides will turn,

as long as lunar light is spread on earth

and the solar one is given birth

our strength remains, our anger dwells.

For havoc we found, and humiliation once,

let no more night pass on this burned ground,

rebellion, unleashed and unbound,

shall be what we are hungering for.

And He shalt find his nemesis

beneath Lethes blackened stream.