Wandering child, so lost, so helpless, yearning for my guidance. Angel, O father, friend, O panther, who is it there, scaring? Angel, O speak, what endless longings echo in his respire? Too long you've wandered in winter, she is far from my far-reaching gaze. Can she return? You resist, yet your soul obeys. Angel of music, still he holds her tenderly. Angel of music, do not abandon, come to your strange angel. I am your angel of music, come to me, angel of music. Angel of darkness, cease this torment. I am your angel of music, come to me, angel of music. Bravo, monsieur, such spirited words. More trips, monsieur. Let's see, monsieur, how far you dare go. More deception, more violence. That's right, that's right, monsieur, keep walking this way. You can't win her love by making her your prisoner. I'm here, I'm here, monsieur, the angel of death. Come on, come on, monsieur, don't stop, don't stop. Don't go. So be it. Now let it be war upon you both. Hear the silence of the dead. Hear the blast that hits his feet. Hear the sacrifice of the dead. All that's wrong is where it bleeds. Poor young maiden, for the cradle of your heart was so sweet. You don't have to pay the price. Poor young maiden, for the cradle of your heart was so sweet. You don't have to pay the bill. Can you live now while he sleeps? Serve the villain, serve the villain. Serve the master, serve the king. Save the planet, save the queen. Death, death, death. Death, death, death. Have sorry, no faithful friend. Once again recite the plan. Your guest believes I'm you. I the master, you the man. When you met you wore my cloak, with my scarf you hid your face. She believes she dines with me in her master's furrowed place. But to flee we'll scuff and quaff, stealing what in truth is mine. When it's late and modesty starts to mellow in the wine. You come home, I use your voice, slam the door like raccoon. I shall say, come hide with me, where, oh where? Of course, my room. The king hasn't got a chance. Here's my hat, my cloak and sword, conquest is assured. If I do not forget myself and laugh. The moon's within her bed, that moon's of joy. The dream's within her heart, that dream's of love. Master! Pasorino, go away, for the crafty is set and waits for its play. You have come here in pursuit of your deepest urge. In pursuit of that wish which till now has been silent, silent. I have brought you that our passions may fuse and merge. In your mind you've already succumbed to me, dropped all defenses, completely succumbed to me. Now you are here with me, no second thoughts you've decided. Decided.