Luyện nghe bài hát Birds of Dawn

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

Tears of sadness, tears of coloured red:
Our dissolved by lacerating drops of
insanity,
Our unity, universes :
An circle, broken symbol.
The rains of Saturn are in my heart,
As tears of breed infinite dreams,
And the watery pours its light into me.

The of the birds,
Musical of paradise,

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

I to be what I longed to be.
Under a sky,
I my wounds, I am the chalice
I offer up the wine of the Sun,
And dust studs my mystical face.
Drain me to the dregs, you, of Truth,
You, of Beauty!

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

The swans, weeping on the lake, glide in
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 hurting on the shores of time.
nostram tulit,
The flowers of mercy they given to me
nostrum fert.
Cannot all my sorrow and pain.

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

The of dawn.
Their resounds in me
As voices echoed under a vault
In the cathedral of sorrows and
Their has built within my self.
The of dawn.