Ten Benson Dark Forces
Longer are the hours
Of darkness than of light
Feeble is the fortress
Inside of which you hide
Forces are approaching
From which you can't escape
Pure is the evil
That you see taking shape.
Sleep cannot protect you
And God not comfort you
Nearer is the hour
When darkness calls for you
Forces are approaching
From which you can't escape
Pure is the evil
That you see taking shape.
