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The golden armour of the sun

enlightened hails the day

ascending from the mountain side

for what's yet to portray

The splendid grace of this event

is casting the foundation

the things about to happen are

beyond one's comprehension

The blood-red portrait of our world

is changing shape and size

while spinning visions start to form

our spiralling demise

My trembling hand

is far to weak

to write down

what I see

Distorted creatures

of the night

are crawling onto me

Two golden waves now carry me

beyond a purple sea

to places where no man should dwell

forged deep in misery

The blood-red portrait of our world

is changing shape and size

while spinning visions start to form

our spiralling demise

I will not fight it nor give in

there's nothing to be done

let this great voyage take me back

to be one with the sun

Awakened are my wicked thoughts

arising from my sins

through flames of hatred and belief

my voyage now begins...