There is a time, when we must rise,
From darkness, pain and wrath,
When we are stumbling on our knees,
And black is but the cloth.
When children pray,
And old men say,
That life is just too bad…
Should I eclipse the Sun and Moon,
The stars by which we live,
Should I be fain to shine the way,
From fear and loss of life.
There is a light from this foul world,
Which guides us from the void,
An angel which was sent by God,
To bring us to his side.
