Your entire life With death that will be no more My entire death, would be recovered My own destiny Has not been a real sign They've manipulated, perish in their land But it's the setting sun, decaying Their entire lifes, are forced to your kness Let our emptines, no choice to the unreal Sick minds, the ancient ones are watching Blind illusions, are just the intructions... But It's the setting sun, you know it's true The agreement is signed with blood... You'd pray beyond, The rules stabilished by the lords You know it's true, But it's the setting sun, torment! From here to hell There was a little way From right to left, The ancient ones are dead