In splendor we progress   This whimsical world   All we consume   And let time progress      Blessed are the blind for they see no evil   Every moment a chance, a chance to forget   Like animals we flee from the flames   Ignorance conceals the blood on our hands      There is no goal   Abstract faith our shelter   Spiritual self-medication   And the faithness are lost      Blessed are the blind for they see no evil   Every moment a chance, a chance to forget   Like animals we flee from the flames   Ignorance conceals the blood on our hands      Conducting our own end   With sublime paradox   We are the army   Of the dying sun      Blood loss of an entire people   We draw the lies of this self-imposed evil   There is no hope, our spirit is broken   Choked out by our own hand      Shed no tears for this our demise   We are the makers of this ending   Architects of downfall, diplomats of suicide   We are the army of the dying sun