From The Sun

A pale blue dot painted onto darkness
Lost in the vastness of the universe
Cradled in the arms of cold nothingness
Earth... Tiny, fragile, defenceless

Infinity in all directions
A stellar fireball pulled newborns around its fire
Its light and heat gave birth to our world
Nursed! Now in its field of attraction
Death came from the Sun

Sons of the Sun
Wasn't it all meant for you to be?
Sons of the Sun
Your existence will cease ironically

Solar Flares out there, travelling through space
Hitting the Earth Like cosmic fire
Upon us is the rage of energy
Like a thousand nuclear strikes

Technological apocalypse
Geomagnetic fury as never seen before
Auroras in the sky all over the world
The Earth's magnetic shield collapses

Sons of the Sun
Wasn't it all meant for you to be?
Sons of the Sun
Your existence will cease ironically

We took our place under the sun
Working to grasp an understanding
Of the Universe and our place in it
The rationale of all creation

We thought we'd bring our own end
Like Icarus, flying close to the sun
Our existence will cease ironically
A Star taking the life of its progeny

There is nowhere to run when Death comes from the sun

The stellar firestorm shows no mercy
There is nowhere to run, there is nowhere to run
When death comes from the Sun