Look at me, my modest angel.
Warm with breath my frozen heart.
In your hands you're keeping lightnings
that you're given from above.
From green lakes of your eyes shining
look the depths of times at me.
Darkest fears strike with lightning
and my soul take as fee.
It will follow you in Eden,
will protect you in the hell.
There's no angel of an angel.
I will fly - just ring the bell.