Rain the rains of a lost sngel\'s day
His face washed over and over, again and again;Teats of sadness, tears of pain coloured red;Our love dissolved by lacerating drops of insanityOur unity, creating universes:An opened, circle, broken symbol
The rains of Saturn are falling in my heart,As tears of melancholy breed infinite dreams,And the watery star pours its light into me.The melopoea of the birds,Musical death of paradise,
Altered the moving of the spheres.
The magic of their voices awakens
The nostalgia of a place out of reach
We visioned in a dream.
But the dark is drawing in their beautyAnd for them I would steal the lightFrom the glorious fountain of day-
Were I to be what I longed to be.
Under a crimson sky,
Open my wounds, I am the ehalice
I offer up the ruby wine of the Sun.
And golden dust studs my mystical face.Dram me to the you, Keepers of Tkutb,You, Guardians of Beauty!
The birds of dawn cry the departure of light.(the anthem of a fading sun)the swans, weeping on the lake, glide in harmonyWith the swaying of the sinful wavesFly the doves, bewithed by
the fragrance of my thoughts
For I am the sea of dreary tears
And not the foam seeking
shelter on heavenly shores
As the birds vanish and the azure pure,They hide the sun with ete in shadrnved wingsDolon\'m nostram tulitAll my crying, the fears, the grieves, the pains,Suppfcium nostrum fertThe hurting tears on the shores of time.Douorr in nostram tulfeThe fliers of merry they have given to meSupplicium nostrum ArtCannot satisfy all my sorrow and pain.
At omnibus despectus,
Aetemo repudiatus
Fs angelus arranrrn,
Trifitia adfedtus
Fers luptum atque curam.
The birds of dawn.
Their chant resounds in me
As howling woices echoed under a vault
In the cathedral of sorrows and mysteriesTheir death has built within my self.The birds of dawn.
