It was a darkening day. In the morning, I thought of my life. As the night came again,

it was hard not to think of death.

Love was so long ago...lost in a heart grown cold.

Somewhere in between I became what I am now. But who among us would remember.

Ill fate had become my beloved friend. But its warmer now than it once was to me.

And you'll look to where we have come together, wondering what it really was we set out to do.

In this realm between the darkness.

let us gather, we'll rearm,

to go back, and do it all again.

 

May 15th, 1713