"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   Remember