The sky growing angry, an omen of darkness!
I was the hope of a people forgotten...
Deep in the mists of the wilds, where no men dwell,
I learned the ways of the world.
Forged of an anger, a need to seek vengeance,
and given the mantle that no child should bear.
His eyes wreathed in fire, his hand washed in blood.
The torture, the anguish, despair!
I am the son of the sun.
Pray for the darkness to come.
Send me your sons.
I'll send them back as twisted corpses.
You will know me.
You will not forget again!
I am the son of the sun.
Pray for the darkness to come.
I was the hope of a people forgotten...
Deep in the mists of the wilds, where no men dwell,
I learned the ways of the world.
Forged of an anger, a need to seek vengeance,
and given the mantle that no child should bear.
His eyes wreathed in fire, his hand washed in blood.
The torture, the anguish, despair!
I am the son of the sun.
Pray for the darkness to come.
Send me your sons.
I'll send them back as twisted corpses.
You will know me.
You will not forget again!
I am the son of the sun.
Pray for the darkness to come.