alas my love you say goodbye

wipe the poison from my brow

alas my love this guilty night

it gives me up like a foster child

and in this moment I take my vow

these angels sleeping at my feet

and in this moment you do not know how

my spirit wants to flee."



One man, against the night

taking on a multitude

that had left him high and dry

no candle burning vigil

could light the way

darkness hit the ground

like a fallen satellite

he wrestled until morning

with human souls

and dark angels

and finished his work

on the third day