When skies darkened And the nation called Men stood at arms Heralding the death of the sun I have seen the world through vultures eyes From the highest of places, in the deepest of nights All the earth in my perception The past and future as one conception I have run the trail as a wolf, as a ghoul As cold as grave, as fierce as a flame I have howled its hunger and sunken my teeth To the ribcage of life and reality I have known the world in all its emptiness I have seen beginning and ends, so meaningless The individual tragedies And grandscale catastrophies I have lived a million finales Each dying wish i have heard I have thrived in the decay of cultures As a god, as a man, in the blazing inferno Death of a planet Is the birth of a star Fire and blood, the rise and the fall On the first day i will swallow the sun And shine in utter darkness I am the death of the sun I am the end