With grace, we've marched
To the ends of the earth
To search for the hand.
When all hope is lost
It will be found
Where the earth and heavens collide
And darkness shows his weary head to the light.
And the rich trade their treasures for life.
For something sweeter than honey.
Where the earth and the heavens collide!
My name is darkness
And I have uncloaked my face to the light.