Hour Of Penance

I admire its purity. It's a wonder,
Unclouded by conscience, remorse... or delusions of morality.
No more explanations from God.
His voice is now dry as desert
for the children of the Earth to come.
Blood and dust, milk with poison
from our mother's breast.
The Sun will die tonight.
Cry of a million stars.
The Sun will die tonight.
Lightless dawn, day of our storm.
Our storm is coming
'mid dreams of unholy nights.
Pageantry of a new monarchy.
End of season of life and light.
Before we go whence we shall never return.
God looked away so long ago.
The dirty side of Earth cries