Darkness blotting out the sun,
The line of life and death undone,
Blind were we to our destiny
To forget our fate, our mortality.
It seems so pointless to live and let lie
When the world as we know it is preparing to die.
How foolish, how small, how very naive,
The Devil must think us so easy to deceive.
Oh Lord, we beseech and plea to thee
To guide the tethered most humbly,
To face the end by ...
