Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Second To Sun
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Vladimir Klimov
Songwriter
Lyrics
When the black light was breaking through the sky, hoarsely collecting death
Prophet sang through horizon:
Terrible is hidden behind the search for The Heaven
The dead have risen from the graves, silently staring around in amazement
Terror - is our banner. We bring it proudly, standing on the very edge of the abyss!
Sometimes for human to do the right it takes a cold of mind
But the one, who's clinging to the dream with his vile maw doesn't care for his friend's soul
When he heard the first sounds of spheres, he lost his mind, turned hostile to reason
He cries, he prays, waiting in fear for the heights of the Polar Circle Stars
Cries of mothers, turned into howl
The black light dictates the pain
Cry of graves, lit by The Moon
Why did we disturb your repose?
Saturn have strangled the black cube by his rings in the skies
Could become the sun, now he's a stellar ghost:
Became the planet, that keeps wisdom
On a slender girlish shoulders
She's smiling to everyone in the end
The power, that always wants evil, rushes
Mindlessly bringing the blessing
And the spirit, used to deny the north
Now in doubts, that power lies in the truth
For there's North, and there's nothing
That cries for mercy in cunning
Pray for your souls
For those who seek the path is open
The North Pole is close
Frozen paradise of eternity
It keeps the truth of genesis
The truth, that came from space
The power is hidden in sacrofagus
In metal matter made of the outer light
It beget, what ascended on thrones
Now forgotten behind the narrators strife
Written by: Vladimir Klimov