Words as sung in '2020 04 28 everio across the pond'

 

Darkness will come

 

Unto a land of pure evil and light,

darkness shall creep twixt the sombre unfair,

touching a people untold by grey heavens,

sweeping a feeling of misery bound.

Into this complex emotion of yours

shattered by daylight and broken by sense.

 

Deep broken furrows, aligned in their depth,

portent of industry sheltered by sadness,

taking upon them their satisfied violence,

groping and feeling in black, sticky realms

their fortune, a thing of confusion and doubt

to calculate whether we laugh or we cry.

 

Out, briefest spark, to a different extremity,

fading in front of our eyes, calmly withering,

taken no more like the graves we were promised

and given no more like the deathly beyond.

Unto a land of pure evil and light,

shattered by daylight and broken by sense.