I know not what the light shall bring;  
New secrets come with dawn,  
And ne’er can I learn them all  
Before from life I’m gone.  

Yet out there off the beaten path  
Where weaker men fear tread,  
Discovered I the knowledge of  
The living and the dead.  

Such secrets as a God might know  
Lay now within my reach;  
And so then did I call to Death,  
A lesson mine to teach.  

Appearing then in front of me,  
The Reaper, dark and grim.  
I told him all that I had learned;  
He took my soul with him.  

And in this way, I found my death  
My end of time and space,  
And learned the secrets of the dawn  
Are best left in their place.