The days and nights went by,
but for the princess time is still.
Her eyes peer endlessly the sky
Her sighs are deep and ill.
And an illness it is, alright
Twisting and turning at night
No piece of mind,
no peace of heart.

The princess knew the secret now
of the angel’s sacred place
where twilight meets the breaking dawn
in a lover’s endless embrace.
By the lake, in the enchanted forest
there was a gate with stony doors
untouched by time or tempest,
by nature or by wars.

"If I could touch the Heaven’s gate
Just once, what it’ll be?
The cold and perfect feathered world
With earthly eyes I’ll see.
There is no danger up ahead
I’m curious, I burn!
And after clenching all this thirst
I swear, I will return…"