• Sunwar, the dead walked into the sand

    Watch! the winds are dawning.
    March with the streams of awe.
    Prince Phobos I tear your wings
    Released from the prisons of your grieves,
    I am a front, an army of joy,
    A century of burning.
    Forth on this crawling sea,
    I kill, I don't forget their shattered lives:
    The perished shall pass along my shores,
    They can't stand your eyes.

    Raining down under the waves of blood
    I chaos, I sunwar
    Purple grains attached to linen soil
    I roll, I drown into the chasms of war

    Sunwar the dead

    In every deep, every ocean,
    In every stream, every river
    We have sailed our way,
    The storm has led us this far.

    We slay and slay,
    We shatter and scatter
    Carnage

    Watch! the winds are swirling.
    Rest, let the night fall on your eyes.
    O the night in your dying eyes
    But never long for slumber and mourning.

    Raining down under the waves of blood
    I chaos, I sunwar
    Purple grains attached to linen soil
    I roll, I drown into the chasms of war

    Sunwar, sunwar, sunwar,
    I chaos, I sunwar