[Verse 1: Christenson] They say in heaven a soul did dwell And none could sing so wildly well At least that's what the legends tell They say his name was Israfel They say the echoes of his voice Formed on Earth the flowers They say the shadow of his bliss Fueled the Sun of ours They say the silver moon did blush The stars did all salute When the angel Israfel Played upon his lute The seraphim did cease their hymn And all of heaven fell mute When the angel Israfel Did sing and play his lute [Bridge: Christenson and Shpeley] And there is beauty Where there is hope Yes there is beauty Where there is hope [Verse 2: Christenson] One day I'll be like Israfel For I will one day write so well That with my words men's hearts will swell And they will fall under my spell And when these words I sing The moon will blush, the stars salute And seraphim will cease their hymn The heavens will fall mute And wonder will encircle me with every note I sound And mystery will round me float With every verse profound For I will be like Israfel And one day I'll write verse so well That through my words I'll come to dwell Amongst the gods like Israfel! [Verse 3: Both] And poetry shall fill my soul with beauty which is hope Poetry shall fill my soul with beauty which is hope Poetry shall fill my soul with beauty which is hope Poetry shall fill my soul with beauty which is hope [Outro: Christenson] And there is beauty Where there is hope...