The sun will rise again.
When darkness can't get any darker.
Shadows will retreat.
When night has filled the cup of time.

When pearls start to grow.
When morning dewdrops glister.
When the wind waves the blade of grass.
The sun will rise again.

When eagles have descended by my side.
When I no longer need to flee.
When mountains has accepted me, I will stay.
And rest for a while.

This is the moment.
I have always feared.
Afraid of an ending night.
Afraid of a closing road.
This is how it feels to die.
On a most beautiful day.
When the clouds so white and light.
Sail across the sky.