Descend the synapse, chill factor 60 Microverse entered, so black it's slipstream Dim both the headlights, melt into the background Force field activate, Operation Black Cloud Operation Sub-Source, engage for handover Reset the mind field, this one we planned sober We stand closer, fallback to vessel 2 Team in position, go and smack the destitute Ready to transmit, gridmap to the freeload Construct to rhythm talk, stand by to decode Survey the battlefield like Saito of the blacktop Power up the ammo yield, cloaked up i'm black-ops I accel the white mist, cyber-brain circuits look to pinpoint, My sight fixed, brace for the kickback, zoomed in i'm pressing in, Ghost hack their firewall, squeezed on the ??? And respond to the Messiah's call Black Sun, Empire Test of time, night fire New dawn, new day Re-emerge, as they fade away Landscape mine-swept, feel the upheaval Widespread of grievance, no sight of people Trails of mass movement, slowly diminishing As the earth burns, my back spurns are grimacing Bittersweet silhouette, promise of a new age Eclipsed by a red mist, all above a blue haze All I see is carrion, souls flee the star scape Black Sun Empire, dawn of a dark day Feet pounding the asphalt, streets clouded in ash fall Silently we remember as we step through the embers The absence of siren sounds deafening our senses No more pretenses, smoldering picket fences Head riled, we tread south, gathering wounded stragglers Silence is our language, shattered by wounded travelers Battered by the heat swell, dust reflects in 3 tone, The future's in our hands once we resurrect the genome