With my inner self full of arrogance I disdain my future in the summit of the mountain Amid the coldest solitude I have learned to die, I have learned to die To die in the deepest sense The fear of the end is the source of all want of hate And that fear is born just when hate itself begins to vanish. I replaced the dim light of day By the shining of the nameless, profane night. I have learned to die, I have learned to die To die in the deepest sense The fear of the end is the source of all want of hate And that fear is born just when hate itself begins to vanish.