You came from the sky and held out your hand.
You gave warmth to a frigid land.

When I took your hand, you took my soul.
When I held you, I felt no cold.

For the place in which the Angel passed was my spirit.
I fall into the depth of my mind and I hear it.

You gave me life, and took it with you when you flew away.
Into the sky where the Sun and Moon live, into the sky where I'll be someday.

Mi Ave Marie, mi Angela de Sangre.
Your Lilium echoes in my head, twisted with the hateful dread.

Blessed be the water, essential for the Martyr.