Where the Sun Goes to Bed

The ways are covered by the secrets
Whispers about sordid deals
Which they have ever accomplished

Every word they have promised
Is locked into the box of lies
Cuz gluttony will never die

And you cannot shout anymore

When the blinded still vote
Haters will pay
The blessed will never
Get out of the way

I found the place
Where the sun goes to bed
Behind the valleys
Behind the mountains
Lies the country of an ice
That‘s for other people denied

The gold is flowing in the rivers
Riversides were strongly built
And God hasn‘t seen anything

Everyone‘s got golden fever
This is like a source of greed
You will find there all you need

And nobody will see you, stay calm

When the blinded still vote
Haters will pay
And the blessed will always
Have something to say

I found the place
Where the sun goes to bed
Behind the valleys
Behind the mountains
Lies the country of an ice
That‘s for other people denied

Frustration of the world above
Where has all the rightness gone?
Should I have a little hope?
That salvation will come

When the blinded still vote
Haters will pay
And the blessed are famous
As the saviors of a day

I found the place
Where the sun goes to bed
Behind the valleys
Behind the mountains
Lies the country of an ice
That‘s for other people denied