At last, when all of the world is asleep

You take in the blackness of air

The likes of a darkness so deepThat 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 knowin′ yourself

With all mirrorin' gone from the world

But still the mind, rejectin' 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 hoíche

Trína chéile; le chéile claochlaithe

Bhfuilis soranna sorcha

Ach tagais 'nós na hoíche

Is claochlú an ealaín

Is ealaín dubh í