Canvas is melting fulfilling its rage
Ever so slowly it moves
Closer its stalking and surely it craves
The burning midnight sun

The hunters will gather all left from the rain
Their thirst will bid them move
Braving the worst of its dead tepid rays
The burning midnight sun

Still burns the midnight sun

Everyone’s scattered though fear of the day
Destroy their strength to move
Begging the skyline they yearn for some gray
From the burning midnight sun

Few faces found round the room where she stays
Dreaming her paintings would move
Only her nightmare can take her away
The burning midnight sun

Still burns the midnight sun

Barely alive, unconscious decay
She lives where they dream to move
Facing the cold by embracing the day of
The burning midnight sun

She’s closing her eyes she’s drifting away
Her soul begs her body to move
In taking her life the sun’s taken it’s prey
The burning midnight sun