Come, said he all cloaked in black,
Come with me to a new land
Where day meets night and splendours abound:
Come for others will pick up your slack.

      Come to where the world look new,
      Where things aren't ruled by a few,
      Where all live in harmony,
      Where all things were meant to be.

Come hither to where all things
No longer break at your touch,
Where the land resounds with your being --
For all who enter this realm learn much.

      Come to a land that you know
      Beyond, above, and below,
      Without, within and above
      All mortal feelings like love.

Come, he said, and we all came,
Come and leave mortality
Where all things are repeating the same --
Come to a land that was made for thee.

      Come after one little wait
      Where you may yet contemplate
      Where you are this endless day,
      Where before you made the Way.

Come, said the skull of the lost --
No longer a friendly face --
Where we go no ship has e'er been tossed
For this place lies hidden from all the races.

      Come, you now know where you are:
      Beyond all help from afar,
      Where you go you can't be slaves:
      All of you are now my slaves!

And so we came to the creature of Night,
Oh we entered the pit that forsook light
And entered, sadly, without any fight:
Oh! the reasons to die are never right!

Oh you entered the shadows,
You were defeated by foes,
But I'll remember your smile
Weary mile after miles.

I will not yet succumb,
Others may be born in the womb
Of mortal folk this day
So before your grave I say:

I will help to fight pain
And when at death's feet I am lain,
Through my chains I shall cry:
"While their are children I say Nay!"

And fight him forever
And then our love will never
Fade nor tarnish in those days:
For his darkness we will raze!

Come back from his embrace:
All's lost once you've beheld his face.
Please fight him as I do
And the day I join you he'll rue!

We'll rise with our kin
And force him to admit his sin:
For we are real people
And will cause his dark land to crumble.

Though death may cover all the lands
Still we, the dead, may stop his hands
For his realm the dead can command
To break his hold on Time's sand,
For we now have a common cause:

To make the skull obey our laws,
To not be swallowed by his maw,
To block his raven's final caw
So others may know what we saw:
That his darkness is not so great,

That even death is bound by Fate
Then his anger our blood may sate:
Come, we may yet break this lands gate
And hope that we are not too late;
Hope that our march can break his hands.

- Josh MacLeod (1994)