Dead promises
Paintings of the world so pure
Ancient prophecies
Remains of the world so cruel
The time has come
To hide from the sun ...
Paintings of the world so pure
Ancient prophecies
Remains of the world so cruel
The time has come
To hide from the sun ...
Like a rat I run to the darkness
The ray of night embraces my mind
Afraid to look back into the heartless
World of dust and blood
I'll hide from the sun
Hide
Hide from the sun
Hide
Hide from the Sun