Nephilim return to see the world that you left
No hope of a final rising
False prophets turn their heads awaiting sunlight
Their holy sermon seeks the depth of your mind
Bow down to see the priests ascend to the light
Move through the violent sunrise
Their silver rocket heading fast forward in time
The cosmic eye releases legions of light
Below the seals are open
The towering black soon eclipses the sun
We left the star behind a future of one