Setting of the Sun
We look to the horizon
With longing for the forgotten Sun
We look to the east
Only to be greeted by a pale star
The horizon is etched
Etched with gilded dreams
But I have been
Sealed in agony
We are husks
A frail shell once caressed
By beaming light
Only to be wrought with despair
When Sun hangs in the astral field
Old and pale
We are the setting of the sun
And the horizon is etched
Etched with gilded dreams
But I have been
Sealed in agony
We are the setting of the sun
It brings me pain to see
The fading Sun
It brings me pain to see
The Sun dying in the astral field
All must die
We must fade away with the sun