Mystical End

On the plains of the desert
 A murmured cry was heard
 From the echoes of a wind song
 Singing of a word
 The word of the land begotten
 Is very seldom taught
 To natives of the desert
 Which tribes of old have sought
 Way up in the sky the sun is burning bright
 All the natives screaming, screaming to be free
 The teachings of a wasted life and a darker death
 The burning sun is turning black falling from the sky
 Bridge
 As the moon fades away
 And the sun turns black
 The darkest fall from the sky
 Prepared for their attack
 In the dawning hour
 The doom and destruction begins
 Inside the natives minds
 It seems it never ends
 At once the sun turns back
 And the battle stops
 Everyone's in grave danger
 Except for those of the dead
 For the one who shall deceive us
 Is the one...
 On the day of the night things were always well
 But on the night of the light all night things fell
 Thrown into the pit you hear the natives scream
 The legend lives on in the Sun God's eye