Much confusion in the wake of suffering
 [bad word] that only silence can bring
 [bad word] fill the greying skies
 Tears of sorrow as our nation dies

 Thoughts of sadness fill my haunted dreams
 Shrieks of madness, life is ending it seems
 Seeking inspiration from the voice that calls my name
 Finding wisdom in the depths beyond our shame

 Behind the eyes of misery a hope still lingers on
 But yet I fear my final prayer goes down with the dying sun
 The dying sun

 There's not a tear of sympathy can take back what's been done
 As dreams of all eternity go down with the dying sun
 The dying sun

 Your voice tells me I'm not dreaming
 My mind is gone, inside I'm screaming
 All I had has died in shadows
 Now I lie where no one knows

 Oh [bad word] on