Whence have we come, and where do we go?
What do we seek, and what do we know?
Is time a line, with beginning and end?
Or is it a round, yet subtle of bend?
Is Cosmos a tomb, no meaning thereof?
Or a Dream of a Song of The Goddess of Love?
Humanity stands by celestial shore,
Is this the first time? Have we failed before?
Maybe it seems that The Darkness is deep,
That sorrow is real and longing for sleep,
Yet music plays hushed, in this night cold and long,
Let us dance in the tomb, to the tune of Her Song.