The grip gets tighter as the warrior's strength fades.
The giant has finally won.
All that is good now passes away.
Even the light of the sun.
With one final breath the warrior asks why?
Why must the darkness prevail?
When all of his life has been spent in this fight,
Why has there been no avail?
To Darkness I say, "You cruel, wicked beast;
you taker of goodness and light.
What have we done to meet such an end?
What except that which is right?"
To Darkness I say, "You shall not survive;
there will come an end to your days.
There will come a time when nothing but light
shines with its life-giving rays."
To Darkness I say, "The good will prevail,
you can't stop the coming of dawn.
Try as you might to keep it at bay,
The goodness of man will go on."