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A portrait of the sun - A portrait of the sun

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The sands Drip on the mountain
They drip grain by grain
As she bathed in the fountain
They fly away to hide a stain
A stain of hunger and death
Searching for the mercy of a mother's breast

The sun is a matter of will
A light under which we kill
We don't really mind
We'll be killing anytime
Over a square of land
Over a lady's hand

A fool calls himself a mage
The only fuel is the warrior's rage
Have an army taste the black
In their fear, execute the attack
Have the dog's tail tamed
Its teeth can't be sharpened in vain

The wicked draw a Portrait of the sun
The hopeless claim to wait for the one
This is a slaughterhouse for all
One you certainly will not leave whole
The price of death becomes small
As the darkness takes its toll



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