• When the Darkland cries,
    And I see it through these darkling eyes,
    My heart dies...

    Yes. Yes, my heart dies-

    When the Nightengale sings
    And in comes the glory my muse weaves!
    Even with all the joy she brings,
    All I can think to myself is: Lies!

    Yes! Yes, yes. All Lies.

    No life can rise
    When the Darkland cries.
    No, no life can rise
    In the land where my heart lies.

    No! No, no. No life can rise,
    Not through these darkling eyes.