On the plains of the desert

A murmured cry was heard

From the echoes of a wind song

Singing of a word

The word of the land begotten

Is very seldom taught

To natives of the desert

Which tribes of old have sought

Way up in the sky the sun is burning bright

All the natives screaming, screaming to be free

The teachings of a wasted life and a darker death

The burning sun is turning black falling from the sky

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As the moon fades away

And the sun turns black

The darkest fall from the sky

Prepared for their attack

In the dawning hour

The doom and destruction begins

Inside the natives minds

It seems it never ends

At once the sun turns back

And the battle stops

Everyone's in grave danger

Except for those of the dead

For the one who shall deceive us

Is the one...

On the day of the night things were always well

But on the night of the light all night things fell

Thrown into the pit you hear the natives scream

The legend lives on in the Sun God's eye