Dawn of a Dark Day (Original)

[02:13.50]Yeah, yeah

[02:15.03]This ain’t the synapse

[02:16.19]Chill factor 60

[02:17.56]Microverse entered

[02:18.87]So black, it’s slip stream

[02:20.38]Dip both the headlights

[02:21.72]Melt into the background

[02:23.10]Forcefield activate

[02:24.44]Operation black cloud

[02:25.90]Operation sub source

[02:27.27]8 gauge for hand over

[02:28.66]Reset the mind field

[02:30.06]This is what we planned sober

[02:31.75]We stand closer

[02:32.81]Fall back to vessel 2

[02:34.30]Team in position

[02:35.65]Go smack the destitute

Ready to transmit

Grid map to the free load

Construct the rhythm tall

Stand by to decode

Survey the Battlefield like Saito (reference to the GITS character) off the black top

Power up the Ammo Yield

Cloaked up on black ops

I exhale the white mist

Cyber brain circus

Locked to pinpoint my sidefix

Brace for the kick-back

Zoom then I’m prescient

Ghost-hack the Firewall

Squeezed on the jump start

And respond to Messiah call

[01:19.41][03:18.93][03:44.05][03:55.81]Black Sun Empire

[01:22.40][03:47.35][03:58.55]Test of time

[01:23.67][03:48.66][03:59.97]Nightfire

[01:25.15][03:49.81][04:01.34][05:22.39]New dawn

[01:26.46][03:51.22][04:02.85][05:23.80]New day

[01:27.84][03:52.62][04:04.15][05:33.50]We emerge

[01:29.10][03:54.00][04:05.36][05:34.60]As they fade away

Landscape mindswept

Feel the upheaval

Widespread grievance

No sight of people

Trails of mass movement

Slowly diminishing

As the earth burns

My backs burns are grimacing

Bittersweet silhouette

Promise of a new age

Eclipsed by a red mist

Or a burst of blue haze

All I see is Carrion

Souls flee the starscape

Yeah, check, yo

Dawn Of A Dark Day

Feet pounding the asphalt

Streets clouding in ash fall

We solemnly remember as we step through the embers

The absence of siren sounds deafening our senses

No more pretenses

Smoldering picket fences

Head bowed, we tread south, gathering wood to straggle us

Silence is our language

Shattered, we’re wounded travelers

Battered by the heat swell

Dust reflecting heat tone

Future’s in our hands once we resurrect the genome