He was a dark and shrouded thing, walking between

Black trees and rocky cliffs, always climbing

The paths that lead from death slowly disappeared; disappeared; disappeared; disappeared as we left

Do you want to get; do you want to get higher?

Do you want it, do you will it? The will to power

Do you have a reason or is it just a fiction; or a fiction?

What attracts you higher, divine beauty?

Pure as night before sun rises, black as the sea

At the end of the path, we'll jump in, with the moonlight shimmering

And together we'll stroke to the deep; the deep; the deep; the deep

Do you want to get; Do you want to get higher?

Do you want it , do you will it? The will to power

Do you have a reason or is it just a fiction?

Are you completely pitiless? Is your suffering meaningless?

Am I asking the right question?

Do you continually overcome?

Or do you have a reason or is it just a fiction; or a fiction?