But in my arms till break of dayLet the living creature lie,Mortal, guilty, but to meThe entirely beautiful.

Let mortals beware of wordsFor with words we lieCan speak peaceWhen we mean warBut song is trueLet music for peaceBe the paradigmFor peace means changeAt the right time

No hero is immortal till he dies

If equal affection cannot be, let the more loving be me

In the nightmare of the dark - All the dogs of Europe bark, And the living nations wait, Each sequestered in its hate

But all the clocks in the city Began to whirr and chime:'O let not Time deceive you, You cannot conquer Time.