This hand grabs me
Towards this hated sea
In this decaying land
In this endless sand
They say this is the true nightmare
That wakes a thousand that bare
In this true night
Of those who made no light
Darkness is good
Lightning is bad
Darkness has not stood
Lightning has never been sad
What is this true evil that will strike tomorrow
What is that true good that roars
Upon this endless sorrow
That soars
In this endless sky
That goes round and round
Not knowing that I
Will never be found
In this cloud that darkens the sun
And breaks true happiness
I will not run
In this sorrowful darkness
This light that burns my eyes
As I stand hand in hand