War! ...Messengers of hell. They fought for what would be a blood-stained crown.
Utter chaos supreme.
The sand absorbs the colour of dawn.
Nevermore shall they dream, nevermore!
The years went by under a blood-red sky, the king still suppress the rebellion lie.
He is the one, the self-chosen son, master of the throne he rules upon.
The sacred child awakened from her crystal sleep.
And the earth was shaking, and the people prayed for their souls to keep.
The light of day is flowing into her virgin eyes.
Oh, the sun is stolen.