Looking down upon your world   Desperate changes it goes through   My black-eyed point of view...   Though you think you know my face   Occupying space (is what)   Brings me here to you...      Dark clouds fill your mind with memories we design   Mask the fear of evil you can't conceive   Transversed through time and space   "There is no God" to save your race   We harvest the worlds we need...      With dark eyes we steal your minds with memories deep inside   You hide in fear from terror you can't conceive   Bending time and space   "We are the Gods" of your race   We harvest the worlds that we need...      [Chorus:]   If we could only Touch The Sun   To dream is not enough   The world is on our hands...      [lead]      [chorus]      [end]      ["At the end of the Millennium, the signals and the number will appear    in the sky. The iron birds will obscure the sun. The beasts of Apocalypse    will come out from the sea. The flames from the hell will surround the Earth.   At the same time, the sky will burn and the sea will grow and the lands will    be swallowed. And the man will know the truth". - Prophecy of a    Saint-Almis Templar]