You could run an eternity through shadows

You could run an eternity through shadows, Run an era in dim labyrinths, Time might hide you in its palm. But sooner or later, you will meet the Judge, Sooner or later, the Divine will find you in descent. Go and tell the long-path liar, Bring the news to the rider who revives at midnight, Speak to the wanderer, the lover of chance, the one who whispers venom, Tell them the Cutter of fates will end their journey, Tell them the Supreme Silence will stifle their word. Well, with goodwill, I share this stellar news, My head has been sprinkled with the dew of the night sky, I've crouched down in prayer, Conversing with the Man from silvery Galilee. He spoke to me with a voice that sweetly translated eternity, I believed I heard the orderly step of angels, He pronounced my name, and my heart stopped in anticipation, When He said, "Take My path and do what the fates demand!" Go and unravel the one with the forked tongue, Carry the news across the starry field to the rider who roams at night, Demolish the story of the one who walks restlessly, Tell them the heavenly harvest prepares their fall, Tell them their time of reckoning will come, under God's wing. You could flee through countless times and ages, Get lost in your flight through salted centuries, No abyss could save you in an endless time. Sooner or later, we all will align with the Law, Sooner or later, we will pass before Him. You can throw the stone and hide your hand, Work in the darkness of the night against your fellow like a phantom, But as surely as night unravels at dawn, All that wanders in dark obscurity will soon come to light. You can plunge into long races and cling to a shadow, You can thrash through galaxies and build yourself in silence. But sooner or later, Someone will tally your days, Sooner or later, the Great Light will cut your flight short. Bring this remedy to the one who serves lies, Bring the word to the rider who roams and undermines at midnight, Narrate the truth to the one who sees only play in luck, Tell them the Weaver of Fate has counted their moments, Tell them the Keeper of Balance will bring them silence.