Trapped in sin, the ground opens up just to swallow our venomous tainted blood.
It did begin with a trip and a fall, now we wallow and plead our case toward the grudge.
A burning pride now will lead you, your own hand will feed you, the same one that made for your doom.
We'll wipe the sleep from our eyes, so we can realize, and escape from the fate that now looms.
---Take a look to the sky, can't you see where you ought to be standing?
---Aren't you wondering why, why we find this place so demanding?
---Black Sun, Red Moon, depart from a world that is shaken.
---Black Sun, Red Moon, take heart from a world that is breaking thru.
Standing guilty as charged, we are convicts at large, our sentence a fate worse than death.
The time we serve is still hard and the image is marred, while acquittal lies in our breath.
Instead we burn our tomorrows, drink from our sorrows, living for yesterday.
The bond is there if we take it and still we forsake it, determined to make our own way..
---Aren't you wondering why, why we find this place so demanding?
---Black Sun, Red Moon, depart from a world that is shaken.
---Black Sun, Red Moon, take heart from a world that is breaking thru.
