In these days, when the sun no longer shines out of hapiness, but is
Driven by pure hatred only. creating all this energy out of sadness
For the current days. the moonshine reflects dull sorrowness.
Oppressed desires
Controled chaos
Stupid metaphysical concepts
And the sun revolts

We killed the sun
And we're slowly extinguishing

The sun dreams about, and longs for ancient times. a couple of centuries ago, which
Were as bad as todays. blind pathetic thoughts about "naive" times...
Escape in nostalgy... we're going towards an optimistic desaster. which will make the
Sun no longer shining, despite it's anger and hatred.

Damocles' sword: the sixth day
God created adam
Drunk
And from that day on, they cursed the day their agony started, until soon to come.

We killed the sun
And we're slowly extinguishing