Sunday. Sol Invictus.

Verse 1: Sacred Sunday wears its crown of rays While mortals bow and mortals praise But even kings must bend the knee When twilight claims its prophecy Chorus: Sol Invictus, lord of the sacred day Your throne of light must fade away Every Sunday's golden reign Ends in shadows, ends in pain (Watch your kingdom fall again) Verse 2: Six days circle like ravens' wings Till Sunday spreads its offering But paradise was never meant to last First day becomes the dying last [Chorus repeat] Bridge: (Slower, more atmospheric with whispered choir) Ancient temples crumble into dust While new gods rise from blind trust Sunday's glory, Sunday's might Just another myth we write in light Final Verse: (Building intensity) No prayer can hold the sun in place No ritual stops time's embrace Let Sunday wear its fading crown As dusk pulls all pretensions down Final Chorus: (Full intensity with layered vocals) Sol Invictus, lord of the sacred day Your throne of light must fade away Every Sunday's golden reign Ends in shadows, ends in pain (Watch your kingdom fall...) (Watch your kingdom fall...) (Watch your kingdom fall again) [Outro] (Atmospheric fade with distant bell tolls and choir) Dies domini... dies domini... (Day of the lord... day of the lord...)