Where have all the Christians gone?
 I miss their zealous spark;
I fear their Lord came in the night
 And left me in the Dark.

I'd oft dismiss their feigned concern
 With some offhand remark
And make it clear for all to hear
 Why I preferred the Dark.

I kept my faith within myself
 And strove to leave my mark,
But all my efforts fell in vain
 And only fed the Dark.

From a distance I would watch
 With eyes severe and stark
How they would celebrate the light
 While I danced in the Dark.

If I could live my life again
 On new paths I'd embarkó
But now I contemplate my fate
 While weeping in the Dark.