What is it that which stays with me
When darkness falls above my soul
How could I know what could it be
What keeps me safe, afar from foul

Let darkness come, I'm not afraid
For I have touched it deep inside
Its grip is strong, but starts to fade
If, first of all, I kill my pride

And white is white, and black is black
But other voices say it might
As well be found another track
Where white is black, and black is white