Shadows rain on this lonely evening
Netiher candles lit nor the street lights
Can break through this grasp of darkness

The leaves rustle through the wind
Cursing its cruel fate
Of hanging on in the darkness

Even the sweeter fruits take no mercy
And the fall and fall towards to the ground
To be trampled by the men who see only darkness

The branches on the trees however,
Are inviting; are inciting
Calling you up to their height
To hang by a rope in the darkness

And darkness tramples
Darkness mocks
Darkness dares
You to get out
Of its devilish grasp
Its fiendish grip

And the flickering candles
Beg you to go to the motion
No light can reach you: the candles say
There is nothing for you:
The mangled fruits say

And the shadows give ts embrace
It's time
Let's go away from this
Empty and lonely place