Disciples Of The Lie

On the plains of the desert, a murmured cry was heard
From the echoes of a wind song, singing of a word
The word of the land begotten is very seldom taught
To the natives of the desert, which tribes of old have sought

Way up in the sky, the sun is burning bright
All the natives screaming, screaming to be free
The teachings of a wasted life and a darker death
The burning sun is turning black, falling from the sky

As the moon fades away and the sun turns black
The darkest fall from the sky, prepared for their attack
In the dawning hour, the doom and destruction begins
Inside the natives' minds, it seems it never ends
At once the sun turns back and the battle stops
Everyone's in grave danger except for those of the dead
For the one who shall deceive us, is the one, aw!

On the day of the night, things were always well
But on the night of the light, all the night things fell
Thrown into the pit, you hear the native's scream
The legend lives on in the Sun God's eye