The Sun - Goya

The Sun burns out tonight

This is my last rite

We’re not so different, but we’re not the same

I am The Prowler, and you are the prey

The Sun burns in my eye

This is our last night

There’s nothing here for me, there never was before

There’s nothing here for evermore

The Sun burns out tonight

This is my last right

Sick of life, I turn to death

I watch you breathe your last breath