In the tipping of the eve he did deceive he did deceive
His sentiments seeking reprieve he did believe he did believe
That foible in his mind to find a fate to finally rewind to sate
His deep and inner need to never bleed to never bleed

His mortality was shorn so filled with scorn so filled with scorn
That before his death he mourned, his soul forlorn his soul forlorn
Laying in the devil's dust he wept, a soul so scarred and so bereft
The cleft could not be filled, his heart was stilled his heart was stilled

Sinister seeking drifter dealing at the devil's levels
Would whisper in his ear, hark, those words sound so sincere
But it was clear to all but he the devil's trap laid at his feet
And in he fell to his own hell where mockery was *****'s swell
Beware, dear reader, beware . . .

No flowing through the sieve would he receive would he receive
No would-be cleansing to set free, to only grieve to only grieve
Living lies with empty eyes, no levity to lift the guise, despised
His face a frowning mask, an empty cask an empty cask

If only joy his mind could bring, oh how he'd sing oh how he'd sing!
To find out death's infernal sting a trivial thing a trivial thing!
Forgetting all life's follies, finding faith forever glory binding
Guiding by love's light, the strength to fight the strength to fight!

Divine dealing seeker sealing in the Sovereign's hands
Lifted up on eagle's wing, hark, those herald angels sing!
To raise his head above the dead and from the lies he could have fled
It's not too late to shift your fate and shine the light of Heaven's gate
Open, dear reader, open . . .
Open your heart to joy and then your life will truly begin . . .
Begin to be brighter and righter than it ever was before
I implore
I implore