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