Idioma Origen:
I was walking through the night
Suddenly I remarked a sound in the winds
An angel like voice singing a tale
Coro:
Through the cold and stormy night
flies an angel
The black angel
White skin , red lips and long black hair ,
her wing is broken
The guardian angel
Listening breathless to her voice
Which has touched me right there in my heart
I felt the tears run down my face
Coro:
Through the cold and stormy night
flies an angel
The black angel
White skin , red lips and long black hair ,
her wing is broken
The guardian angel
The storm drags on her clothes
Like an invisible warrior
Her wing broke with a sound
So disgusting that it froze my heart
Her voice became weaker
Losing this fight of blackness
Idioma Destino:
I was walking through the night
Suddenly I remarked a sound in the winds
An angel like voice singing a tale
Coro:
Through the cold and stormy night
flies an angel
The black angel
White skin , red lips and long black hair ,
her wing is broken
The guardian angel
Listening breathless to her voice
Which has touched me right there in my heart
I felt the tears run down my face
Coro:
Through the cold and stormy night
flies an angel
The black angel
White skin , red lips and long black hair ,
her wing is broken
The guardian angel
The storm drags on her clothes
Like an invisible warrior
Her wing broke with a sound
So disgusting that it froze my heart
Her voice became weaker
Losing this fight of blackness