Behold the sun
High in sky
Dissipating as it dies
We are the Pallbearers
To the cruelest funeral
Eagerly awaiting
Throughout the centuries
For this moment
To arrive
For the life-giver
To die
Its people gather
For their false God
Its once loving warmth
Now runs cold
Plants begin to wither
Animals shiver
We k**
We love
Those who bask
In the Sun's embrace
Sun no longer
Sun no more
Father unlight
We will be their undoing