E caelo venisti, Regina gloriosissima, quae risu delectaris— e mari orta, noctis amatrix, cuius pulchritudo divina fulget. [Verse 1 – Female Solo, close, breathy] The apple burns… slowly… in my hand… You do not offer power… (no…) I do not offer victory… You offer… something softer… the joy… of love… E caelo venisti, Regina gloriosissima, quae risu delectaris— e mari orta, noctis amatrix, cuius pulchritudo divina fulget. Softness… sweetness… a warmth… that lingers… they never hold… yet always want… It quiets the soldier… (soft) It softens the king… E caelo venisti, Regina gloriosissima, quae risu delectaris— e mari orta, noctis amatrix, cuius pulchritudo divina fulget. Some say… an army of horsemen… some of footsoldiers… some of ships… …but I say… it is… what one loves… E caelo venisti, Regina gloriosissima, quae risu delectaris— e mari orta, noctis amatrix, cuius pulchritudo divina fulget. Not taken… given… Not claimed… received… A warmth… he cannot name… E caelo venisti, Regina gloriosissima, quae risu delectaris— e mari orta, noctis amatrix, cuius pulchritudo divina fulget. Deep as the sea… quiet as night… what they cannot hold… we alone can give… And so… he chose me.
