[The storyteller: Tom Baker]
Mirage-like, in the far distance
A whirlwind rises ominously
And races towards Daniel

As it winds its way
Through the wild contours
Of the Transitus landscape
A mysterious figure emerges from its depths

[Angel of Death: Simone Simons]
"Well, hello there!"

[Daniel: Tommy Karevik]
So who the hell are you?

[Angel of Death: Simone Simons]
I hate to be the one to have to tell you
You have come to the end
You are about to ascend into

[Angel of Death & her Furies: Simone Simons, Marcela Bovio & Caroline Westendorp]
The Great Beyond!

[Angel of Death: Simone Simons]
I hate to be the one to have to push you
But you are holding up the line
Move along to your
[Angel of Death & her Furies: Simone Simons, Marcela Bovio & Caroline Westendorp]
Final destination!

[Daniel: Tommy Karevik]
No!
I can’t accept this is the end
I won’t rest in peace
My love and life unresolved

A little time is all I need
My soul is not at ease
Please listen to my story

[Angel of Death & her Furies: Simone Simons, Marcela Bovio & Caroline Westendorp]
They are all alike
They die
They plead for their life
They lie
Then break down and cry

Now, I don’t know why
Him I like
Must be something in his eyes
Well, all right, shall we give him some time?

[Angel of Death: Simone Simons]
And listen to his story
So tell me, why should I waste one second on you?
Oh yes, I have to confess you are cuter than the rest of this

[Angel of Death & her Furies: Simone Simons, Marcela Bovio & Caroline Westendorp]
Lifeless crowd!

[Angel of Death: Simone Simons]
So tell me why you think
You’re entitled (…) to my time
I’m sick and tired of all lies
And immune to all

[Angel of Death & her Furies: Simone Simons, Marcela Bovio & Caroline Westendorp]
Cries of desperation!

[Daniel: Tommy Karevik]
No no no!
I never should have doubted her
She was not to blame
No matter what they all say

I must go back and let her know;
I need to clear her name

Won’t you listen to my story?
[Angel of Death & her Furies: Simone Simons, Marcela Bovio & Caroline Westendorp]
They are all alike
They die
They plead for their life
They lie
Then break down and cry

Now, I don’t know why
You/him I like
Must be something in your/his eyes
So, all right, we’ll go back in time

[Angel of Death: Simone Simons]
I’ll listen to your story!

"Just take my hand."