Translated by A. Z. Foreman - A Future Without a Perhaps lyrics

I cross out so many names in my little book. They are no more. but they were already crossed out by the Lord of Mercies, the Great Bushwhacker who leaps from his forest of shadows. I cross out name after name in my little book. I feel I am guilty, deserving of black punishment, as if there had not first been One who did what He had done. Of course I am only a little bookkeeper verifying ice-hard facts, signing off on them, as on a decree that will also be enforced to me in a future of no perhaps.