The golden echo of a moldy sun Stretch out your fang and catch the flying one Stuck between dead ends and the drowning sky An everlasting trap that withers life Du bist Sonnentau We are flying but we're dying You are alone, so alone When you are gone, there's nothing left of you When the marsh spreads to shahar, the hunt begins As you praise your prey, overdosing leads to the end of your way "Ascend the lionlike beast", the shaman speaks, "to prove that you're above them all"