Paint the sky with blood of the setting sun

My dreams were born too late
And now are slowly dying right before my eyes
Nothing I did as well as fail
One day tis temple and another just template
For nothing can be made without an example.
Or the wrong plan of the destructed temple.

The hand of fate has overturned the Holy Grail
With one movement destroyed the fragile castle
That I was building for so long
Even the shadows getting pale

But when the setting sun is bleeding
Horizon is like a long wound
Too painful to be touched
And my eyes drink it greedily
The edges of the abyss are the lips I keep on reading
All beautiful is destined to descend
But who feels pity for the miserable fetus?

paint the sky with blood of the setting sun
We divide in two to become as one
Without losing any drop
Leading without end to rising top
Losing power slowly during centuries
Every moment and this blood is just a light effect
Future known exactly but much too distant to expect
It is not too late I have just begun
I'm a child of flood and it must be done
Stoned and loaded like a loaded gun

My dreams were born too late
And now are slowly dying right before my eyes
I am afraid the whole potential won't be realized
Forbidden expectations put me into jail
We have to sell to prove that it is not for sale

Too many missing parts of me out of my control
I cannot kill some parts of myself just totally me whole

All good that lasts for long is quickly loosing taste
And so the times of bleeding must be short even if nothing is to waste

And the third eye seems to return from nowhere bathed in this bodyless blood
We soon get tired of the blossom
And decaying is so sweet
As flying colors of autumn
And sunsets
Nothing is ideal completely but the parts can be ideal

Maybe I'm getting cold because I don't have a hope
And every risk I take as lifetime sentence
No feeling lasts too long without help of mind
But help of mind easily makes it artificial.
You will get hungry drinking blood of setting sun
For it just seems to satisfy the soul thirst.

Bleeding without blood
Drowning without flood
Building and shattering altars of Brother of Death.

When great Ra is crossing river of sky on his boat
golden ring between the horns of ancient goat
ground and heaven meet their bleeding son
paint the sky with blood of the setting sun
Heaven links to the earth by the colorful net
From the recent times only that makes my eyes wet
Pink feathers of early sunset
Like the fire of hell rising quickly from depths
Soon forsaking as life, irresistible as death
On the surface for seconds
And each day it repeats
But each time changes shades
Coming summer is sharpening blades