Have you ever looked for the sun
Your eyes narrow and glowing red
Have you ever wanted to run
To feel the arms of the open steppe
As you break out
They will break down
Into nothing
Head into the crimson sun
When you were building the throne
They left you empty and hollow
No more working the stone
You hear the azimuth calling
As you break out
They will break down
Into nothing
Head into the crimson sun
