Behind the eyes of deceit Turmoil in the synaptic code Loss of innocence from sin Cure for the dead sun within Rapture burns the void For suffering hides in silence The obsolete sign of the cross Destroys the ethereal shape of hope A monarch for the mechanical god The stir of echoes climb the prisoners wall Circularity of the serpent sign Hiding the dead sun fragment below Obsolete is the voice of wonder Empire for the fallen to rise To praise the dead sun fragment We are here for the pain And darkness breaths the air As a black cancer to reclaim With a dead sun fragment within Disappear without the aeons redeem