In the gloom of day what will is slain
That brings me down to the plain
Humbled for all to see
When life's bitter is so sweet
I reach ever so high
Above but no one is nigh
To salvage me from the depths
And return me to salvation's ships
If only for wrought be not
To bring me the hourly song
Of Heaven's fallen angels
And earth's risen devils
Praising higher the devils' call
From their vantage points to all
Without thought you listen
To the one's that promise something
Which way I implore
To Heaven's gate will I soar
Bring to this a forgotten bliss
And today's forgotten mess
