I love you madly, madly conquered, I'm a broken slave of inspiration. In the fetters of my heart forever imprisoned. Her voice is gentle, her singing I hear, Like a bird of Paradise Singing to the God of Heaven. The divine muse in the gift of blessing. I die in pain in the throes of creation. I see the holy image of the maiden. A queen of innocent meekness. Her voice is gentle, her singing I hear, Like a bird of Paradise Singing to the God of Heaven. The divine muse in the gift of blessing. Her voice is gentle, her singing I hear, Like a bird of Paradise Singing to the God of Heaven. The divine muse in the gift of blessing. Her voice is gentle, her singing I hear, Like a bird of Paradise Singing to the God of Heaven. The divine muse in the gift of blessing. In the gift of blessing.