I've come to face the final task Rituals of gracing shape, in ambivalence For another higher sphere (for another higher sphere) Put out the lights to disappear
When will I ever come to be?
I praise the end, counting down the days Celebrate the past, misgiving aflame Weighing souls to persist forevermore
In search of truth I'll turn to ash To be prepared to rise and take the fall
When will I ever come to be? I've come to face the final task Rituals of gracing shape, in ambivalence For another higher sphere (for another higher sphere)