Day after day, the same nonsense takes place,

The same inaneness under the sky.

Born into life, during the great bloom of morn,

But now, in night’s horizon you cry.

you cry for the silence, you cry for dark;

Which arrives, and then to God you appeal

For in dark, your heart, is unable to love

your mind can’t think, nor can your soul feel.

Alone in the silence and stillness you sit,

Alone in the darkness with me.

It’s finished, we’re finished, Life’s finished

I say, we fade, and the dark itself flees.