For how beaEUR"eth it called blessing

This spirit of doves

To wander of a night''s accursed steps

To wander of a night''s accursed steps blinded

To wander lost!

Where a heart''s blessed love shall walk loveless

Unto a savage dark lifestyle dwelling

To remember lovingly yesterday''s journey

When wings fly high

Yet today lie!

Where a painful suffering fall shall crawl

Unto a savage dark lifestyle devouring

And

Why cometh steps cursed

Why light to night

Where wings now fall to crawl

Where wings now hail . . . his call!

Yet fight a love''s sight still

For how beaEUR"eth a yesterday''s blessed love

So blinded!

To walk of choice so binded

To night