Shrouded beneath the lucid, moonlit sky Veiled in darkness; Hiding from your sight These messengers; waiting and roaming the streets Keeping an eye out and making sure you sleep. Their silohuette's eclipsing the light as they stride With eyes fixed upon them from those still inside Yes these are the ones, with their hearts clad in fire, That are known to us all as The Sins of the Solar Empire
The knock on the door says you've run out of time, her agents have come to put an end to your crime, you look for an exit but there's nowhere to run, and now you'll be burned by the servants of the sun. Their blades carry notches counting their kills, they're merciless killers of unparalleled skill. The fear that these bloodthirsty killings inspire - a deterrent produced by the Sins of the Solar Empire
Under the orders from the the Princess of the Sun. If they find you awake, you'll have nowhere to run. If slumber elsudes you, then you'd better pray. To be lucky enough to see the light of day. The howls and screams of those caught within the night. A reminder to those who wish to stand and fight. Your future looks bleak; the consequences are dire. For none can stand against The Sins of the Solar Empire.