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.