Poe's Law Songtext
von The Nietzsche

At morn- at noon- at twilight dim-
Maria! thou hast heard my hymn!
In joy and woe- in good and ill-
Mother of God, be with me still!
When the hours flew brightly by,
And not a cloud obscured the sky, My soul, lest it should truant be,
Thy grace did guide to thine and thee;
Now, when storms of Fate o′ercast
Darkly my Present and my Past,
Let my Future radiant shine
With sweet hopes of the and thine!