Go boldly into the cold dark night

Go boldly into the cold dark night,
When burdens I lay down to rest;
Reaper awaits at the foot of deaths bed.
Gone, gone, the dawn birth of new light.

Though foolish men at zenith thinks light is right, Behold their idle works has not shined bright, Go boldly into the cold dark night.

Heaven and hell is not a place for the dead, but a place for the living who seeks comfort in their own mortality.
Gone, gone, the dawn birth of new light.

My child, rest assured death is not the end. Energy will forever nourish life, for energy exists on all plains, and only in darkness does light shine bright.
Go boldly into the cold dark night.

Men know not that heaven and hell coexist at each other’s side. They are bound by the doctrines of old; they know not, God is everything and not the one. We shall go into that abyss, Gone, gone, the dawn birth of new light.

And you, my father, lay on deaths bed draws last breath, Seeks comfort, there in heaven’s paradise, Proclaim, a God shall come, before your diminishing life.
Go boldly into the cold dark night.
Gone, gone, the dawn birth of new light.