Fresh Hell / It Is Well

Lyrics

What fresh hell is this? I got the gun, I got the wheel I got the heart, but all I do is miss What would you have me do? Everyone I miss is gone And everyone I love is leaving too What shall I say? Not that I am sorry; I am not And it don't matter anyway In the Years of the Primal Course, in the dawn of terrestrial birth Man mastered the mammoth and horse, and Man was the Lord of the Earth He made him an hollow skin from the heart of an holy tree He compassed the earth therein, and Man was the Lord of the Sеa He controlled the vigour of stеam, he harnessed the lightning for hire; He drove the celestial team, and man was the Lord of the Fire Deep-mouthed from their thrones deep-seated, the choirs of the æeons declare The last of the demons defeated, for Man is the Lord of the Air Arise, O Man, in thy strength! the kingdom is thine to inherit Till the high gods witness at length that Man is the Lord of his spirit When peace like a river, attendeth my way When sorrows like sea billows roll Whatever my lot, thou hast taught me to say It is well, it is well, with my soul It is well (is well) With my soul (with my soul) It is well, it is well with my soul