EMPIRE of the BLACK SUN

EMPIRE of the BLACK SUN

A citadel of power

Under a blood red sky

The mass will begin,

The hum of expectation

For what will appear

In the

Empire of the Black Sun.

Darkness falls

Upon the damned,

The lords oversee

Their followers

And the march of the battalion begins.

Drums pulse through the mind

Bass rips at the core,

The feet start marching

An army surges on the floor.

The Empire is at war

The night is heated by a Black Sun,

The swords are raised

Liquid swords of fire

The blood letting will begin.

The commander roars

“This is the dawn of a dark day”

Deep and dirty

Razor sharp killers,

Lacerating senses

Deafened, numbed minds,

Bass blasts out the soul.

The resonation of a nation

The Empire is here

The Black Sun shines

Over

The dawn of a dark day,

Black Sun Empire

With the power

To destroy the brain,

All hail

The new Lords of Drum and Bass.

Phil Hall  June 2013