At last When all of the world is asleep You take in the blackness of air The likes of a darkness so deep That God, at the start, couldn't bear
And sit unseen With only the inner upheld Your reflection can't offer a word To the bliss of not knowing yourself With all mirroring gone from the world
But, still, the mind Rejecting this new empty space Fills it with something or someone No closer could I be to God Or why He would do what He's done
Bhfuilis soranna sorcha Ach tagais 'nós na hoíche Trína chéile Le chéile, claochlaithe Bhfuilis soranna sorcha Ach tagais 'nós na hoíche is claochlú an ealaín Is ealaín dubh í
Bhfuilis soranna sorcha Ach tagais 'nós na hoíchе Trína chéile Le chéile, claochlaithe Bhfuilis soranna sorcha Ach tagais 'nós na hoíche is claochlú an ealaín Is ealaín dubh í
