I hear a voice from below.

‘Something’s wrong’ and

as soon as these words are

intruding my mind I do know:

It is her who’s betrayed.

By her consciousness

starting to fade.

And as if I still had

needed to know.

She’s the only one.

Fear starts to grow.

She’s alive.

What a wonderful

creation bringing time.

She’s alive.

And she knows inside.

She’s alive.

What a wonderful

and joyful singing time.

She’s alive.

And I know inside.

My lifespeed starts slowing down.

All of my future plans mistrusted.

And as I’m standing here

I start to drown.

(It’s) not up to me anymore.

I know I need her more than ever before.

She’s struggling against hands of darkness reaching out.

The more time is fading the less I will doubt.

A woman like her is built to return.

As she’s regaining I cry out for her.