In the susurrus of the holy message
The angels call the spirits on the stage
O' pious breeze guide man's spirit in this cage
Pure their spirits in heaven's page
While the breeze fondles their soul
Man's bad deeds the angels stole
Fairies dance from the crystal north pole
Singing that the melody of Lord is not sole
And the secret divine points to me
Whispering that how perfect can one be
Your spirit always needs our lee
Find the road that your spirit can see