Sun Of The Liar

A fallacious sunset for a millenium fading
An open wound for a mortal god
As a phoenix blinded by its own light
Someone sleeps feared by himself
Waiting and growing in silence
A hungry lion in the heart of the night
Feeds with symbols that sleeps in mud
Burning in fire and pride
On the ruins of a sad compassion
He has forged his blade with the sun
A buried sceptre and a golden crown
Wait the consumption of times
We stole the fire but forgot the sight
We painted the circle as line
And as the child forgets the past
A sea wave erases the old path
The stolen fire will not give the sight
So forever we’ll remain blind
And as the child forgives the past
Gold will soon turn to dust
Swallowing thorns of compassion
Burning in fire and pride
Sun of the liar — this growing madness takes me higher
Sun of the liar — burning flames in the swamp of desire
Pain and fever — He is the child of the immaculate womb
Pain and fever — There is not a chance for a cold blooded lamb
Pain and fever — He is the child of the immaculate womb
Pain and fever — A second chance for a cold blooded lamb.