In the evening we will rise, and in the night we'll run
To bid adieu to brighter skies and toward the sunken sun
The man in black will lift his bones
And say, "Wherefore go ye?"
"We go the way of all flesh to join the great majority."
When widows cry
"Go past, go past, that you not haunt us still!"
And vermin cry
"Run fast, run fast, that we may eat our fill!"
When the time has ticked its last
And from our day we flee
He who hath wrought long 'fore I
Will come and welcome me
"This is our great escape!" we'll say
And shed our skin like fleece.
Into the earth we all roll toiling
Where tongue and teeth will cease.