When, in the dark night of Fate,
The world turns its face away,
I shall make them see yet,
My toil, my moon, holds 'em sway.
I ascend high, to let you live,
I bow down, to let you breathe,
I move on, ere I am blackened,
I live on, to help you see.
You see me not, not from Hate,
You see me not, from my Shine.
Forever, I 'll burn from within,
My destiny shall still be mine.

