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Burning Sun so high above Will you ever hurt Me When I see you, my hands seem to die If I see you I begin to fall I am as a rock so cold and dark When you touch me, I burn inside For all this ages you've been a god You represent knowledge and fertility A fragile kingdom you've constructed Made of Nature and much more An obsolete side of torture was born Star of might you shall fall now It's time you lay down to sleep All your work is now finished Mother Earth in ashes From Letras Mania