Letra de Urizen - The Burning Sun

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