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Low falls the night
And I am freed
Low falls the night
And into darkness my dreams speed

Freed from sight
I regain my vision
Freed from sight
I escape my prison

Beyond the light, the void
Which with the Word, I transform
Beyond the light, the void
Which I break, remake and from it am reborn

Now high rises the day
And in that dull new light old scars ache
Now high rises the day
And against the dawn, creation’s wave breaks