• Follow the beckoning of the angel
    Follow the cold, cold air
    Follow the path of a crazed world
    that comes from a sleepless night;

    Follow my hand,
    Take it and warm it,
    Tell me the troubles of your life,
    hear my slow whisper;

    For tonight, realize that
    the passionate emotions have stirred
    within the folds of your and my soul,
    yes, we have just one for us both;

    Realize that love
    has claimed two more souls
    and binded them together
    Forever and yet a day;

    Breathe in the cold air,
    exult in our glory,
    Alas! there is yet
    one more thing to say;

    Live life, die death,
    why speak to me in riddles?
    Tell me your heart's desire,
    And I will tell you mine;

    Yes, what do I want, what do I need?
    What do I don't have,
    when in my possession
    are life's most dear creations?

    You, my dear,
    your soul is what I need,
    your soul is what drives me
    to comfort you tonight;

    So whisper to me
    your heart's desire
    as we spend another sleepless night
    together...