Touch the Sun - Crimson Glory

Looking down upon your world

Desperate changes it goes through

My black-eyed point of view…

Though you think you know my face

Occupying space (is what)

Brings me here to you…

Dark clouds fill your mind with memories we design

Mask the fear of evil you can’t conceive

Transversed through time and space

There is no God to save your race

We harvest the worlds we need…

With dark eyes we steal your minds with memories deep inside

You hide in fear from terror you can’t conceive

Bending time and space

We are the Gods of your race

We harvest the worlds that we need…

If we could only Touch The Sun

To dream is not enough

The world is on our hands…

If we could only Touch The Sun

To dream is not enough

The world is on our hands…

If we could only Touch The Sun

To dream is not enough

The world is on our hands…

If we could only Touch The Sun

To dream is not enough

The world is on our hands…

If we could only Touch The Sun

To dream is not enough

The world is on our hands…

If we could only Touch The Sun

To dream is not enough

The world is on our hands…

There is no God

Touch The Sun

Touch The Sun

Touch The Sun