Dark clouds above me,
A symphony over me,
A resistance before me,
And then everything else exists
Into the twilight of our own conspiracies
The morning dawns and breaks away
To ponder the harvest of another day
Leisure\'s of our excellence
Let\'s break prudence
To give light for another way
Gathered dreams of posterity
Cast out the nightmares
That summon our fears
Plight masses of unyielding horror
Don\'t tear the arts of our labor
But give us peace
To reflect our time\'s share
For the world recollects nothing
Or owes us anything
But conceals everything in sand
To veil the prosperity
Of our eternal sacrifice, in vain