The crust of darkness seeps into the earth
As the sun god RA claims his royal throne
The mighty torch since eons of our birth
Is dimmed by the minions of a sacred home
Purity the gift of a kind and giving god
Abundance the wealth, once never in doubt.
Forsaken is the life, greed has lain to rot
The garden of the light, ignore its silent shout
Time rushes to prepare the royal wake,
As the tears of the gods, gather on this night,
Prayers from the heavens, as our air dissolves to space
A God shines no more, in this absence of life.