se black, but, O, thy soul is gold,
My riches upon de’ heaven, de’ darkness
That lies below, I ‘se rich man from the soul,
My flesh is nothing said the lord,
I look at life in strife, I the spirit, de life
Upon this earth, is an illusion of my thought
the rising sun: I hear de’ thunders a guilty world.
De’ time has come, de’ fated, hour is nigh,
blood shall penetrate the sky.