When The Sun Goes Out...

This is not the end of experiment, not the era

In your ignorance you have been a very sly race

Therefore they leave you alone

Let them see how much your humanity is worth

The eye of god experiment time to begin

The breast that feeds you has been exploited

Like a bitch, sucked dry

Emptiness eminates from inside her

And on the outside she is as cold as dead

Having sacrificed their desires

The vampires of the cosmos

They look what they wanted

They tore her innards out

Who is he that tells the story...

A bard of the end, a preacher of death?

An invader who from a distance

Admires his work of destruction?

Or a man whom neither death nor madness

Had taken into their black wings' embrace...