Sacred Sun,
divine are the things we have done,
and still I stand in sorrow.
Drawing down
the Magick Moon of desire.
When all is gone and so vain.
Sacred Sun,
I accuse you of what I have become.
Such a bitter man.
Cold-hearted.
Coward bitch,
run as fast as you ever can.
Leave it all behind you.
You're the one I was waiting for that night the shadows cast their spell,
in our bleeding hearts.
You're the one who never came to me when I was all alone scattered by
my tempting thoughts.
Sacred Sun,
divine are the things we have done,
and still I stand
tomorrow.
You're the one I was waiting for that night the shadows cast their spell,
in our bleeding hearts.
You're the one who never came to me when I was all alone scattered by
my tempting thoughts.
And you're the one who seized it all from me, every little thing that helped me feel
there's reason to live.
When all is done there's nothing left to say, no words to describe how I feel today
when the ligths' gone out.