The night is dark, a storm rages,
The sky tears up under lightning,
The moon is full, the air frightening,
Monsters await in their cages;
From the castle upon the cliff
It now strangely does seem as if
The world around, sympathetic,
Wants to oppose the synthetic.
Life coursing through electric spears,
Materializing all these fears,
Will it succeed? His nerves are steeled:
Oh but it must! His fate is sealed.
Then suddenly thunder rumbles
And the tall man backwards stumbles
But to nature he will not shrive!
Silently says he: “It’s alive…”.