I will run
towards the eclipse of a Sun,where
the night will possess me,where
the darkness will bless me.
A
black cloud descends on me when
nothing depends on me,and
this failure will always be on the
run to the Sun.

Once upon a time where the light had shone,
in the cornfields of youth where my ears heard
only the truth,
I
wondered one day would it all be gone,
I wonder no more,
and now,
there is blight here
no end to the night here and
the eclipse of the Sun becomes the light
as the gun explodes
in my hand.