Our fears will be unfounded,
sounding in the dark.
The lone/civil courtesy (of truth)
before we depart.

Our minds will be elated,
salvation of the sense.
To hear not hate and taste not evil,
we'll finally repent.

Our hearts will be hapless,
helpless we shall love!
And for all the dying fantasies,
fantastically we'll plunge.

Should I then/before I go,
bring to you a song.
I'll sing that our pain is dead,
but ever for our fears move on.