In the beginning my brother and son 
Walked off to the edge of the cliff
Walking and talking, they looked out to sea
I shout and I shout, but they don’t hear me.
They’re fading, they’re falling, off the cliff side.
The sky is as huge, and the sea is so wide
As the moving of the moon or the rising of the tide.
This Calvary moment, when Satan speaks well
Of how he’ll adjust things and make it all swell
If only I’ll sell him the right to the light. Darkness
Arrives in the middle of night,:dripping  blood,
His shadow is mighty and  arrives at the flood
Darkness still holds sway, as the man on the cross 
Looks over my way. I know he is taking aeons to die,
But all I remember, is his son’s last, despairing cry.