Who has the courage to ****** the Sun?
I'm sick of all these rays blinding birds

'Cause you shall know
That when the Sun meets its demise
All the Stars emerge from the darkness
And the birds turn back
To thrillful bats and owls
And all the lurking beasts
Crawl out of their caves,
As the bright light recedes.

Who has the will, to give birth to a night,
Unfold a thousand mysteries,
And dance with the Stars - insanely?

I'm calling you up, Sunslayers.