[00:08.57]Rain, the rains of a lost angel's day.[00:20.19]Her face washed over and over, again and again;[00:30.40]Tears of sadness, tears of pain coloured red;[00:44.20]Our love dissolved by lacerating drops of insanity,[00:54.60]Our unity, creating universes:[01:03.49]An opened circle, broken symbol.[01:13.20]The rains of Saturn are falling in my heart,[01:23.70]As tears of melancholy breed infinite dreams,[01:33.70]And the watery star pours its light into me.[01:43.70]The melopoea of the birds,[01:51.60]Musical death of paradise,[02:00.60]Altered the moving of the spheres.[02:10.50]The magic of their voices awakens[02:20.50]The nostalgia of a place out of reach[02:28.40]We visioned in a dream.[02:35.30]But the dark is drawing in their beauty,[02:44.90]And for them I would steal the light[02:54.10]From the glorious fountain of day...[03:03.00]Were I to be what I longed to be.[03:10.50]Under a crimson sky,[03:19.40]I open my wounds, I am the chalice[03:29.80]I offer up the ruby wine of the Sun,[03:39.10]And golden dust studs my mystical face.[03:46.50]Drain me to the dregs, you, Keepers of Truth,[03:57.10]You, Guardians of Beauty![04:03.90]The birds of dawn cry the departure of light.[04:13.40](the anthem of a fading sun)[04:18.90]The swans, weeping on the lake, glide in harmony[04:29.20]With the swaying of the sinful waves.[04:36.50]Fly the doves, bewitched by the fragrance of my thoughts[04:47.30]For I am the sea of dreary tears[04:55.70]And not the foam seeking shelter on heavenly shores.[05:05.80]As the birds vanish and pervade the azure pure,[05:15.50]They hide the sun with their enshadowed wings.[05:24.40]Dolorem nostram tulit,[05:31.90]All my crying, the fears, the grieves, the pains,[05:40.80]Supplicium nostrum fert.[05:48.30]The hurting tears on the shores of time.[05:56.80]Dolorem nostram tulit,[06:04.50]The flowers of mercy they have given to me[06:13.20]Supplicium nostrum fert.[06:20.70]Cannot satisfy all my sorrow and pain.[06:29.30]Ab omnibus despectus,[06:36.70]Aeterno repudiatus,[06:44.20]Es angelus curarum,[06:51.80]Tristitia adfectus,[06:59.20]Fers luctum atque curam.[07:07.00]The birds of dawn.[07:13.50]Their chant resounds in me[07:22.00]As howling voices echoed under a vault[07:31.20]In the cathedral of sorrows and mysteries[07:40.50]Their death has built within my self.[07:49.00]The birds of dawn.