Goodbye darkness, hello light!
It's a cycle not a fight.
With any gods or without,
Morning follows every night.
It's a cycle not a fight.
With any gods or without,
Morning follows every night.
Winter's followed by the spring,
Life moves on its own old ring.
After storm, the sun will shine,
It's a circle not a line.
Summer flies, and then the fall,
World rolls like a worn out ball.
And the day turns into night,
Every colour fades to white.
Once all things that live will die,
There's no Hell, Heaven's a lie.
So with a god or without,
Goodbye darkness, hello light.