آهنگ: Artefact. Precious Things. An Angels Sings.

Melodies they are attracting me
I come closer, because I want to see

What is claiming my attention?
Are there reasons to be affraid?

When I'm almost there,
I hesitate

The smell of a thousand roses
So wonderful.
Makes me overcome my fears
I go in, oh preserve my soul

Everything, into oblivion, it's paradise
When an angel sings for me, into oblivion
It's paradise, when angels sing for me

Almost like a fairy tale
Better than anything real

Almost like a fairy tale
Spirits and spells I inhale

W hen i describe the feeling
Its gonna lose its meaning
Perhaps having no meaning
Is the nature of its being

These things that happen to me
Leave a trail of devistation
But i know they'll bring me closer
To my final destination.

E verything, into oblivion, it's paradise
When an angel sings for me, into oblivion
It's paradise, when angels sing for me