Break of dawn kills all the beauty 
The dead of night is drifting away 
Should I stay and [bad word] the day 
Or should I follow the one and hide from the sun 
Ray of light cuts like a razor 
blazing fire burns in my eye 
The day reveals the dreadful betrayal 
And it's Wicked mind. Hide from the sun 
Hide from the sun 
Hide from the sun 
Dead promises 
Paintings from the worlds of pure ancient prophecies 
Remains of the worlds of good 
The time [bad word] Hide from the sun 
Like a rat [bad word] to the darkness 
Ray of night embraces my mind 
Afraid to look back into the heartless 
world of dust and blood Hide from the sun 
Hide from the sun
Hide from the sun
Dead promises 
Paintings from the worlds of pure ancient prophecies 
Remains of the worlds of good 
The time [bad word] Hide from the sun 
I will be better 
I won't be as bitter 
In my own heaven I'll be good forever more 
More than ever 
I won't cry ever more 
No die never 
Dead promises 
Paintings from the worlds of pure ancient prophecies 
Remains of the worlds of good 
The time [bad word] Hide from the sun