Black Sun
Murderer! Man of fire.
Murderer! I've seen the eyes of living dead.
It's the same game. Survival.
The great mass play a waiting game.
Embalmed, crippled, dying in fear of pain,
all sense of freedom gone.
Black sun in a white world.
Like having a black sun in a white world.
I have a son, his name is Eden.
It's his birthright beyond estranged times.
Give me 69 years, another season in this hell. ...