The twilight dim, will fade away
break into dusk and end this day
For all that's born will meet an end
and for all that's rendered, there is no amend.

The spell of bliss reigns not long
The sigh's of grief then echo their song
And into wilderness within that melancholy strain
will rapture lose it's trail and fade again

That all will fade, the world will behold;
cease to exist, it is foretold
The last breath of life will exhale
fade into the breeze and end it's tale.