only Touch The Sun To dream is not enough The world is on our hands... «There is no God» Touch The Sun Touch The Sun Touch The Sun
Bending time and space "We are the Gods" of your race We harvest the worlds that we need... [Chorus:] If we could only Touch The Sun To dream is not
[Music: J. Drenning, J. Lords] [Lyrics: B. Martinez, J. Drenning] Looking down upon your world Desperate changes it goes through My black-eyed point
conceive Bending time and space "We are the Gods" of your race We harvest the worlds that we need... [Chorus:] If we could only Touch The Sun To dream
Sleep my lady Wake and do not shed a tear for me You knew someday that I would have to leave you Lonely highway Morning sun will find me far away You
colour of flame. And the high summer's night passed swiftly. At length, the dawn approached tentatively, and with the first signs of the newborn sun etching
crimson sun rose slowly over the Field of Blood... and such were the corpse-mounds of the dead that they aspired to touch that ireful orb. Slithering
... now pay heed, for the final battle is at hand! [Chapter 7: The Last Stand Against Chaos.] [ALTARUS:] And a crimson sun rose slowly over the Field
