World of sorrows, world of fears
World of pain and world of tears
Grey blankets cry and hide the sun
Shadows fall; fell dark has won.

Ground a tremble, deep wellsprings quake
Hearts broken, millennial guardians shake
Ghouls rise and hover, the forests sigh
Spirits gloat and grin, their time is nigh!

A young girl waits
and hopes
and prays
for an angel’s call
to rally
to save.
But there is no answer.

Young men cry, old men cower
Where now is the ancient power
Where now is the witness tower
Why hast thou forsaken us?

A young girl looks and sees a star
a bright, a light from angel far.
Trumpets ring! Heavens sing!
A glorious sun! The night is done!

The angel’s grim smile,
the demons’ foul shrieks
the sword rightly cleaves
and lo
the dark
it leaves.

A young girl now rejoices at last
to see the sun and the shadows past
to see the yellow flowered places
to see the sweetened roses’ faces
to climb the emerald grassy stair
to feel the wind’s song in her hair.