When I am dead and the light leaves my breast Nothing to be told, nothing to confess Let the record show what I couldn´t quite confess For by living for myself I was living for unrest
But now it strikes me far too late again That I was asking far too much of everyone around me And now it strikes me far too late again That I should answer for myself as the Ascension falls upon me
And to everything there is no meaning A season of pain and hopelessness I shouldn´t have looked for revelation I should have resigned myself to this I thought I could change the world around me I thought I could change the world for best I thought I was called in convocation I thought I was sanctified and blessed
I shouldn´t have looked for revelation I should have resigned myself to this to know the truth at last
That everything comes from consummation And everything comes with consequence