In the midst of forgotten empires I see you there standing there staring at me with vacant eyes some day it will end and I will pass on by your hands I tell you know, you must let go return to your golden halls Because I am of flesh, and you are of god sometimes in the midst of a dream I can see you there a golden figure you seam and once again staring with that vacant stare I can remember you clearly with skin so fair you majesty beyond compare an angel slipped through the fingers of god not of this world, not of our kind not of flesh, so hard to find a rose for my angel of god, so fine from beyond the dark glass my angel stands alone without me with a withered rose in her hands some day we will meet again And I will show you a mortal love and we will be together under the wooded grove my dear angel, will you be my rose. I wait for that time when i'll see your face your elgant beauty, your heavenly grace I will wait for you beyond the silver tide I will wait for you to the end of time I will wait for the sound of your sweet voice on the air how long I wait i just don't care and when i hear your harp call some day once again we will be together, and that is how it will stay My angel waits for me I am sure She visits me in my dreams when my soul is sore Beyond the dark glass I can see her face I in turn must be a mortal disgrace