Beyond the dark glass

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