Ask not the sun, why she sets.
Why she shrouds her light away?
Or why she hides her glowing gaze,
When night turns crimson gold to grey.
For silent falls the guilty sun,
As day to dark does turn.
One simple [bad word] she dare not speak:
Her light can only blind and burn,
No mercy for the guilty.
Bring down their lying sun.
Blood so silver black by night.
Upon their faces pale white. [bad word] moon, bring the end
The dawn will never rise again...