Angel’s sing a chorus from cloisters that echo lustful cries of love While lovers drink in glances, passion turns to intimate desires With trembling limbs they move, eager to entwine Showing signs of hunger, in eagerness they thirst Like a fine wine, they gingerly sip the taste of their sins Soon to be committed The Parish priest would be shocked at the debauchery Yet why do the angels sing in unison? The passion of love and life is the angel’s glory A choir sings from above, at the happiness below The coupling of spirits and raw desire Gods design a miracle To be celebrated Note: This is a collaboration with Mystic Rose, and what a pleasure it was!!!!