"It was the night before last night
and I was sitting in my chair,
thinking of the pride,
the pride of the Human nature
and its dreams of Bright
and its broken wings by wars, by fights,
by the Dark of the Night,
the Last night of human life;
Then the Moon died
in the black sea of the sky
with its dark clouds, like demons,
like ancient creatures of Old times
and it dies -
my Soul
whispering and dreaming to fly high
to the bright stars
somewhere there to hide
to see...
the Last night of human life;
These thoughts came to me
in the hour when it was around three
just to be or not to be,
that was the question once
but now...,
you see...,
now it is different for you and me
just to Die or not to be Free,
the main question of these Days
ruled by the cruelty of the human race
and their filthy hunger...,
for games...,
games of Life and Death
where their lives shall be their debt;
And then...,
Then shall be No Dawn for Men
No Sun will shine
No Moon will ever fly
No song will be sang
No life will ever cry...,
and they will Die
because of their madness
because of their cruelty
and because of our sadness
because of their lust
because of their treason
and because of our trust;
And they will see
no dawn will ever be
because of their Guilt
no one shall be free
and in the Last night of Human Life...
only Death will be."