Crimson Glory Touch The Sun
Looking down upon your world Desperate changes it goes through My black-eyed point of view... Though you think you know my face Occupying space (is what) Brings me here to you... Dark clouds fill your mind with memories we design Mask the fear of evil you can't conceive Transversed through time and space «There is no God» to save your race We harvest the worlds we need... With dark eyes we steal your minds with memories deep inside You hide in fear from terror you can't conceive Bending time and space «We are the Gods» of your race We harvest the worlds that we need... If we could only Touch The Sun To dream is not enough The world is on our hands... If we could only Touch The Sun To dream is not enough The world is on our hands... If we could only Touch The Sun To dream is not enough The world is on our hands... If we could only Touch The Sun To dream is not enough The world is on our hands... If we could only Touch The Sun To dream is not enough The world is on our hands... If we could only Touch The Sun To dream is not enough The world is on our hands... «There is no God» Touch The Sun Touch The Sun Touch The Sun
