The golden echo of a moldy sun
Stretch out your fang and catch the flying one
Stuck between dead ends and the drowning sky
An everlasting trap that withers life
Du bist Sonnentau
We are flying but we're dying
You are alone, so alone
When you are gone, there's nothing left of you
When the marsh spreads to shahar, the hunt begins
As you praise your prey, overdosing leads to the end of your way
"Ascend the lionlike beast", the shaman speaks, "to prove that you're above them all"