Idioma Origen:
Alas my love you say goodbye
wipe the poison from my brow
alas my love this guilty night
he gives me up like a foster child
And in this moment I take my vow
these angels sleeping at my feet
and in this moment we do not know how
how my spirit want to flee
You see it was one man against the night
taking on a multitude that had left him high and dry
no candle-burning vigil could light the way
darkness hit the ground like a fallen satellite
He wrestled until morning with human souls and dark angels
And there he finished his work on the third day.
Idioma Destino:
Alas my love you say goodbye
wipe the poison from my brow
alas my love this guilty night
he gives me up like a foster child
And in this moment I take my vow
these angels sleeping at my feet
and in this moment we do not know how
how my spirit want to flee
You see it was one man against the night
taking on a multitude that had left him high and dry
no candle-burning vigil could light the way
darkness hit the ground like a fallen satellite
He wrestled until morning with human souls and dark angels
And there he finished his work on the third day.