The pointy edges of our times
Which act like hidden doors,
Will bring us soon to the afterlife -
A sleepless night forever through our eyes.
We stumble each and every one
Into stairs, that bring nowhere.
We follow them down, fear aside
Preparing for the final climb.
The doorway long from stairway starts
Into hell, the beasts roam free
Once you'll pass, then you'll prevail
Then reach so brave the holy grail.
The grail, the one true friend unshaken
Will light the way bright as a beacon,
So you can finally awaken
And leave the darkness for the weakened.
So help me, life to find my way
Despite the night in which I stay.
