With grace, we've marched to the ends of the earth,
to search for the hand.
And when all hope is lost, It will be found,
where Heavens and Earth collide.

And darkness will show his weary head to the light,
And the rich will 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.
My name is darkness,
And I have uncloaked my face.