I'm a guest from high above, 
An architect, a romantic, 
human with two wings, 
soul with seven hearts.

I am an acolyte,
I help those who don't deserve it, 
Those who would instantly fall 
When I took a step away. 

We don't work with the righteous ones, 
For there're quite enough 
Demons, tempting their heart
And their internal light once more. 

I'm the engineer-architect, 
The planner and the designer, 
Creating the highly Beautiful, 
But the down-to-earthly Mortal. 

I'm creating the New Eden,
Instead of the [bad word] old one.
Whereas those who deserve better,
Are queuing up in Limbo. 

Rating system is contingent,
There is nearly nothing to choose from,
Frequently those, who I'd like to admit,
Done something wrong in their lives. 

They are the vessels of [bad word]  
They are cutting the life
Of the Beauty, which isn't infinite
But could live longer than an hour.

My Eden has never stood for longer than an hour.

I don't demand you to believe me, 
You are alive and can't see my wings,
I hope music could help me  
To share your eternal sadness.

I think that you can understand 
How  to create the Mortal Beauty, 
That will certainly be destroyed, 
Desecrated and forgotten.

I think that you understand.