When darkness falls
the tears shall come.
When morning comes,
'twill bring the sun.
And when all the darkness goes,
We'll be in a land that's free of foes.

So on, and on,
we'll live our lives;
through rain and shine,
and swords and strifes.
Then all the foes of this wretched world,
Will meet a race that's strong and bold.

Then in the night
a knife will come,
peircing the dark
like the morning sun.
But when our life-string, it shall end,
We'll go to the place, where we began.

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