In a jet black room,
In a jet black city,
In a jet black world,
There is a light.

Not any light,
The light.
The light that would lead.
The light that would lead to life.

Life, what is it but a never-ending cycle?
Death and birth, the cycle continues.
Continues through the darkness.

In a jet black room,
In a jet black city,
In a jet black world,
Someone cries.

In a jet black world,
Someone dies.