Christine:
Child of the Wilderness, dying in loneliness.
I can hear you,
I can feel your every fear.
I never dreamed out in this opera, there was someone who loved me.
I've always known, my heart wasn't alone.
I've felt your emptiness, and your loneliness.
My Fallen Angel,
I can feel your kiss still linger here.
My Fallen Angel,
you still remain, a lover in my heart.