[Verse 1] The sun is cold, a distant scar, A faded shadow of who we are. No burning light, no golden face, Just frozen dust in a hollowed space. The wind speaks whispers, sharp as glass, Of ancient sins that could not pass. [Verse 2] The rivers run on rusted sand, No life to nourish this barren land. The mountains kneel, their backs grown bent, By a silent, final sacrament. The air is heavy with a muted cry, Of everyone who came to die. [Chorus] And the cursed sun hangs in the sky, A hollow eye that cannot cry. It watches all things fall apart, The final beat of a broken heart. No warmth to heal, no love to mend, Just endless night until the end… And still we pretend. [Verse 3] The last bell tolls, a cracked-out chime, A funeral dirge for Father Time. Silent cities start to bleed, From a long-forgotten, withered seed. We are the echoes of a song, That lingered just a moment too long. [Bridge] The stars are gone, the moon is dead, A silent promise left unsaid. We tread the ash of yesterday, Where yesterday devours today. This hollow world, a fragile lie, Echoes shiver beneath the dead sky. [Final Chorus] And the cursed sun hangs in the sky, A hollow eye that cannot cry. It watches all things fall apart, The final beat of a broken heart. No warmth to heal, no love to mend, Just endless night until the end… And still we pretend.
