Figures that flySilently soaring through burnt orange skiesHalos that blend with the constellations that tieThe heavens and earthThese apparitions they do hear our criesWatching over our worldThrough a veil of white lightThere is place above the highest of mountainsWhere angels fly, where they flyWhere angels fly, where they cryPowers divineSensations surround us in body in mindTransparent wings extend our soulsTake flightThere is place far beyond this time and spaceWhere angels fly, where they flyWhere angels fly, where they cryThere is place above the highest of mountainsSpanning the twilight of duskBeyond time and spaceWhere angels fly, where they flyWhere angels fly, where they cryWhere angels fly, where they flyWhere angels fly, where they cry