The Sun up high has seen the end,
Engraved in stones ages ago,
The Moon has told the tides to go,
Forevermore they will not fend.
The fire burns ; try not to leave,
Hope now has gone and will not turn,
For love and honour do we yearn,
A better future shall we weave.
I cry, I weep for Mother Earth,
When Death is hidden in the night ;
I laugh, I smile for days in sight,
When we shall have lifted this curse.