The sunrise of the magistrate Forces the elders to postulate The meaning of freedom exonerates While the hardship of loss intoxicates Oh, bleeding hearts full of ice Can't you just stop and theorize Can't you help and see the glow Of heaven's light so far below Belong now the discontent Of feelings lost, of heaven sent Of threats born from the malcontent To treasures left by dissidents Promise you won't ever leave The forest of life, of luxury Making the water of heroes bleed Making the king of the wall decree Promise you won't ever leave The forest of life, of luxury The sun is dead and so are we So lost we are in the endless sea The sun is dead and so are we So lost we are in the endless sea