Beneath it all we sing.

Sing once again for me,
beneath the leaden clouds,
and cause the sun to shine once more.
The sky it falls from me,
as through the heavens we glide,
to feel the milky stars above,
to be once more amidst.
Sing the songs of the angels dear,
as beneath the sun so bright,
and earth below so darkened,
forevermore transcendent we fly.