Luyện nghe bài hát Birds of Dawn

Rain the rains of a angel's day.
Her face over and over, again and

Tears of sadness, tears of pain coloured
Our dissolved by lacerating drops of
insanity,
Our unity, creating :
An opened circle, symbol.
The rains of are falling in my heart,
As tears of melancholy breed dreams,
And the watery star pours its light me.

The of the birds,
death of paradise,

Altered the of the spheres.
The magic of voices awakens
The of the place out of reach
We in a dream.
But the is drawing in their beauty,
And for them I would steal the
the glorious fountain of day...

Were I to be what I to be.
Under a sky,
I open my wounds, I am the
I up the ruby wine of the Sun,
And golden dust my mystical face.
Drain me to the dregs, you, of Truth,
You, of Beauty!

The birds of dawn cry the of light,
(the anthem of a sun)

The swans, on the lake, glide in harmony
With the of the sinful waves.
Fly the doves, by the fragrance of
my
For I am the sea of tears
And not the seeking shelter on heavenly
shores.

As the birds vanish and pervade the
pure, They hide the sun their enshadowed
wings.

Dolorem tulit,
All my crying, the fears, the grieves, the pains,
Supplicium fert.
The tears on the shores of time.
Dolorem tulit,
The flowers of mercy have given to me
nostrum fert.
Cannot satisfy all my and pain.

Ab despectus,
repudiatus,
Es curarum,
adfectus,
Fers luctum curam.

The of dawn.
Their chant in me
As howling voices echoed a vault
In the cathedral of and mysteries
death has built within my self.
The of dawn.