It’s night. Within the walls of sorrow
Comes falling with a broken wing
the angel. Gasping, he then whispers:
“My earthly love, where have you been?”

Between tall columns made of marble
A shadow stands, in eerie air.
“I’m here, my love”, she answers softly,
“Come closer, angel, if you dare.”

He stumbles trembling through the ruins
Of the forgotten timeless realm
One step, another, towards darkness
No sword, no shield, no shiny helm.

From Heaven struck by cold-steel lightning,
Dragging his wing in cruel pain
He, full of hope, conquers the distance
“I found you, Dreamer! See? I came.”