The streams of blood are withered, the wind has calmed
The sun burns its Stigma into the skin
Our words went unheard, our scripts are faded
The flesh is rotten, our souls condemned
There was one direction, and one direction is what is left
The divine glance is what was to be found
The Suns Stigma
There was one direction, and one direction is what is left
We reached for the stars, and were blinded by their light
Too far from the roots, too high in the sky
Human mutilation in the blink of an eye
We reached for the stars, and were blinded by their light
Our light is gone