Trampled all over and still begging for mercy. Forever's rush of people, scattered.
As they all run for shelter, vacancy invalid. The flame of third eye suceeds.
Standing clear of his light. Casting shade for protection. Preparing for the Final Eve.
From here the moon shows no more. Count the nocturnal hour.
Forever stuck in darkness. This is the final eve.
Soon all will give up in search for sun embracing the new god of the new light
As they all run for shelter, vacancy invalid. Our source of light has been cursed.