Cirith Ungol Death Of The Sun
Burning in its savage fury,
Our fates accept not judge or jury.
Helpless we must watch it done,
For I have seen the Death of the Sun.
We are coming to the end,
I see my life and I have sinned.
It's too late to change our ways,
For man has seen his final days.
Solar winds that parch the land,
Minions are wasted by Satans hand.
A molten globe will torch the sky,
As mankind bleats his final cry!
