If I lay my hands on the Grail
Show concern with anguish, soon to lose
Could these things mean nothing to a fool
When he finds himself alone with Truth
Nights go on when days pass by
Storms blow up and darkness rules my sky

If inside of Hades I should board
Cross the Styx on alms loaned from the poor
Could these things mean nothing to fool
When he finds himself alone with Truth

Think of friends last seen in mundane air
Gone now times left far and too beyond
Could these things mean nothing to a fool
When he finds himself alone with Truth