Army Of The Dying Sun - This Ending

In splendour we progress

This whimsical world

All we consume

And let time progress

Blessed are the blind for they see no evil

Every moment a chance, a chance to forget

Like animals we flee from the flames

Ignorance conceals the blood on our hands

There is no goal

Abstract faith our shelter

Spiritual self-medication

And the faithness are lost

Blessed are the blind for they see no evil

Every moment a chance, a chance to forget

Like animals we flee from the flames

Ignorance conceals the blood on our hands

Conducting our own end

With sublime paradox

We are the army

Of the dying sun

Blood loss of an entire people

We draw the lies of this self-imposed evil

There is no hope, our spirit is broken

Choked out by our own hand

Shed no tears for this our demise

We are the makers of this ending

Architects of downfall, diplomats of suicide

We are the army of the dying sun