[the angel speaks]
"The wind is the carriage from which I arrive
And the storm's the road I travel
The frost on the window is my kiss
And the tears on your cheek is the wine they sip
You will never see again the ones you love
For I am your light and I am your darkness
This is your dream, this is your rapture
And bittersweet is this journey, this death"

[the old man]
I have seen your eyes shine before in this room
And through the years I cried the tears you sowed
You took from me my only love, my only care
And gave to me this empty shell, of empty days
I have waited for this night amid endless sorrow
Yet the agony of life is now too great a task
Though I dear your serene touch, I envy you
So let the trumpet blare the funeral march

[the mourners cry]
The dried flowers fill the room with the scent of death
On this night with the wind, may she carry you away
Your time is spent, the day is done, your struggle is gone
The rain is here, the time has come,
may you join your love beyond

[the old man]
I have seen your beauty among the hills
Among the graves that rest on pastures pure
With the fall of life I sought a god
Yet with this journey I found nothing...

[the mourners cry]
The dried flowers fill the room with the scent of death
On this night with the wind, may she carry you away
Your time is spent, the day is done, your struggle is gone
The rain is here, the time has come,