the black thoughts of sorrow are rising
the sea of pleasure is dying
the light in the eye of the the mocking bird hums
the sight of the sky, the shimmering sun
in the soft meadows of harmony gone
the sun up wakes out of its slumbering dawn
to sing of the life most sweetly remembered
in sorrow and joy in lifetimes unnumbered
our pain and our pleasure our hope and our joy
all sing together in harmony coy
yet in the dark shadow of twilights receding
the pain and the sorrow over joy are proceeding
sing the song of life times unfolding
the power of life glows hard in the dying
the memory of pain and pleasure unfold
as Uriel grasps us into his hold.