The Mirror (Angel Of Music)

Insolent boy, this slave of fashion
Basking in your glory
Ignorant fool, this brave young suitor
Sharing in my triumph

Angel, I hear you, speak, I listen
Stay by my side, guide me
Angel, my soul was weak, forgive me
Enter at last, master

Flattering child, you shall know me
See why in shadow I hide
Look at your face in the mirror
I am there, inside

Angel of Music, guide and guardian
Grant to me your glory
Angel of Music, hide no longer
Come to me, strange angel

I am your angel
Come to me, Angel of Music

Whose is that voice?
Who is that in there?

I am your angel of music
Come to me, Angel of Music!

Christine, Angel!