Heavy is the night and the hand that holds it,
Be brave! Be brave! Be braver!
Than the trembling light
That hangs, suspended,
In the reaches of my eyes.
Sick is the day and the sword that guides it,
I am! I am! I am!
Though my blood runs cool
On the steel that guards,
My head will rise, untrembling.
Bright is the sun and the morn that follows it,
Return! Return! Return!
For I have vanquished the day,
And the heaviest night,
To stand once more at dawn's coming.