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Elend

Birds Of Dawn Lyrics - Elend

Rain the rains of a lost angel's day. 

Her face washed over and over, again and 

again; 

Tears of sadness, tears of pain coloured red: 

Our love dissolved by lacerating drops of 

insanity, 

Our 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 nostalgy of the place out of reach 

We visioned in a dream. 

But the dark is drawing in their beauty, 

And for them I would steal the light 

From the glorious fountain of day... 

 

Were I to be what I longed to be. 

Under a crimson sky, 

I open my wounds, I am the chalice 

I offer up the ruby wine of the Sun, 

And golden dust studs my mystical face. 

Drain me to the dregs, you, Keepers of Truth, 

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 harmony 

With the swaying of the sinful waves. 

Fly the doves, bewitched 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 pervade the azure 

pure, They hide the sun with their enshadowed 

wings. 

 

Dolorem nostram tulit, 

All my crying, the fears, the grieves, the pains, 

Supplicium nostrum fert. 

The hurting tears on the shores of time. 

Dolorem nostram tulit, 

The flowers of mercy they have given to me 

Supplicium nostrum fert. 

Cannot satisfy all my sorrow and pain. 

 

Ab omnibus despectus, 

Aeterno repudiatus, 

Es angelus curarum, 

Tristitia adfectus, 

Fers luctum atque curam. 

 

The birds of dawn. 

Their chant resounds in me 

As howling voices echoed under a vault 

In the cathedral of sorrows and mysteries 

Their death has built within my self. 

The birds of dawn.