Funeral of the Sun

[Title: Funeral of the Sun]
[Verse 1]
The silver edge reflects a hollow gaze,
A hunger born within the charcoal haze.
To feel the pulse beneath the cooling palm,
To break the silence of the morning calm.
No mercy sought, no penance left to pay,
I crave the light to simply fade away.
The marrow shivers, calling for the blade,
In shadows where the final debts are paid.
[Chorus]
Kill, kill, kill, kill!
Kill, kill, kill, kill!
[Verse 2]
This empty core, a gnawing, black desire,
To set the fragile world on funeral pyre.
I hear the marrow scream inside the bone,
And claim this broken flesh my violent throne.
The rhythmic thud of failing hearts below,
A crimson river in a steady flow.
Into the void where ancient horrors dwell,
I drag the living through this freezing hell.
[Chorus]
Kill, kill, kill, kill!
Kill, kill, kill, kill!
[Verse 3]
The altar reeks of copper and of rust,
As civilizations crumble into dust.
I am the wolf that stalks the dying flock,
The iron hand that turns the final lock.
No god descends to stop the coming storm,
In pools of red, my legacy is born.
To sever breath and witness life depart,
I reach within to stop the beating heart.
[Chorus]
Kill, kill, kill, kill!
Kill, kill, kill, kill!
[Verse 4]
A winter shroud upon the mangled deep,
Where eyes of glass begin their final sleep.
The silence grows, a heavy, velvet weight,
I am the architect of bitter fate.
Through ribs of steel and lungs that gasp for air,
I find my solace in the world’s despair.
The blade is dry, the purpose now complete,
The universe lies broken at my feet.
[Chorus]
Kill, kill, kill, kill!
Kill, kill, kill, kill!

Norwegian satanic black metal, progressive death metal, male,technical drumming and technical guitar, breakdown drumming