This reminds me of
Red sun.
Red sun over paradise.
Red sun.
Red sun over paradise.
Golden rays of the glorious sunshine,
sending down such a blood-red light.
And now the animals slowly retreat
to the shadows,
out of sight.
Arid winds blow across the mountains,
giving flight to the birds of prey.
In the distance machines come to transform
Eden, day by day.
Only love is with us now,
something warm and pure.
Find the peace within ourselves,
no need for a cure.
When the wind is cold
and the fire's hot,
the vulture waits
to see what rots.
Oh how pretty,
all the scenery.
This is nature's sacrifice.
When the air blows through
with a brisk attack,
the reptile tail
ripped from its back.
When the sun sets,
we will not forget
the red sun over paradise.
