Sol Niger

Under the sea
 Dead cities in the dark
 Dreaming themselves to be
 Alive once more
 And in darkened rooms
 As vaulted tombs
 We hear them call
 As sea devours land
 Towers yield to the sand
 Oh shine on Black Sun upon all Carthage
 As a disease on all fours risen from sea
 Yea shine on Black Sun upon all Carthage
 and that which never was shall always be
 And I would see the world revolve
 Around the crosses tips
 Fleeing the sun
 The vulture
 Swooping down on a carrion
 Laughing into the nothingness
 That we flee
 In mortal fear
 Oh shine on Black Sun upon all Carthage
 As a disease on all fours risen from sea
 Yea shine on Black Sun upon all Carthage
 And that which never was shall always be
 For what is eternity
 But a shoreless sea
 One eternal day
 That sees us come and move away