Urizen - The Burning Sun Lyrics

Before every kind of conception
Before the idea of existence
From the depths of the Uncreated
Lay the ancient god

Flames – for cleansing the act of birth
Order – to blow away every structural defect
To trust the iniquitous

No one asked to be created
No one asked to be made
No one asked to be made

Aeons of apathy – illusions of independence
Unsane Pangea dwelled by their subspecies

His compass created the equilibrium
Promising free will
Deriding mankind’s misery
Summoning pathetic beings

Urizen’s fire will melt you in one
Cleansed in a punishment
Smelling like perfection

Chaos will be the ultimate myth
Depopulating this Planet

Catharsis of souls
Torture of bodies
A whole existence of research for a self-proclaimed God
Catharsis of souls
Torture of bodies
Finally melted in the Burning Sun
For a self-proclaimed god