In their lofty chambers dwell
Resting in seraphic bliss
Far above the mortal sphere
Far above the weeping world
Sleeping amidst the light of stars
Too far away to hear our calls
Too far away to care at all
On the burnished thrones they sit
Might in their blazing eyes
Vault of heaven at their feet
Never shall decay or death
Touch on the blithe souls
Sorrowless the days of gods
Amidst the everblooming groves
But where do we lay our heads to rest?
Where do we shelter when the night falls?
Is to take the sombre path
Stray amidst the dust and ash
Drifting in the driving wind
Whirling blindly through the night
Like water flung from the highest cliff