Nearing now the end of day
Our lives will cede as the dying light
And for the favor of stars we pray
As we see the approach of night
A glaring globe wheeling with fire
Striking the very world ablaze
Reaching, striving ever higher
Scorching the sky with its golden gaze
But every bud soon bursts to bloom
And every day must soon be done
To victory goes the rising moon
And our bravery fades with setting sun
Into the cacophonous night
We go armed with our feeble flames
Our souls will not sleep without a fight
Desperate to defeat its heinous aims
But surely earth will circle star
And with morning will commence to rise
Spreading her torch both near and far
And lighting up the lonely skies.
