It’s the last golden summer night. His glance is catched by the frozen light. He knows there is the dark to come. His silent hope is already gone. To escape this fight one single time, he gave the sun an endless shine. Blood is running through his heart. Indifference is tearing him apart. He knows he’ll stay all times alone. No single angel has been born.
At one lonely point at night he gathers all the stars, all the humans that he made, a memory’s recall. There was a young light once a thought and the Emperor of the Sun. But now eternity has come.
It’s the last hidden memory: Young child lies dead below the trees. He knew the war will break his mind. His last will was already signed. To escape the hell another night dispatch has forced another fight. Blood was running through his hands. Fear weakened him, he couldn’t stand. He knew he’ll stay all times alone. His love died in the firestorm.
At one lonely point at night he gathers all the stars, all the sorrow that he caused, a memory’s recall. There was a young light once a life and the Emperor of the Sun. But now eternity has come.
At one lonely point at night we gather all the stars, all the moments that we shared, the choices that we made. There is a young light now a dream and the Emperors of the Sun. We know eternity will come.