In the night sky, the stars form patterns of mythical shapes, and twisting outlines, like a jeweled crown of thorns, with points of Jupiter, Mars, Saturn, Sirius, and Venus, that shine beyond the horn of the imagination. The stars and constellations move across the darkness of the night, the starry crown twists and turns, forming a ladder leading us into the depths of the heavens, far beyond our time. Oh, Children of the Sun, remember us.
We are the children of the light.
The crimson Sun guides us.
Remember us for we lived for beauty.
Remember us for we lived for love.
Remember us for we lived for originality.
When the light of time leaves us behind,
remember us.
We are the children of the darkness.
The moonlight so blue guides us.
Remember us for we lived for discord.
Remember us for we lived for hate.
Remember us for we lived for revolution.
When the darkness of time leaves us behind,
remember us.
Alas, there may be fire, Alas there may be ice, codes of heaven and hell.
Oh, fiery Venus, cold distant warrior of Mars, and hungry Saturn will.
Everything falls in between.
We are the children of beauty and discord.
We are the children of love and hate.
We are the children of originality and rebellion.
Remember us.
We are the Children of the Sun.
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