You have the wings, which rain can't drench and still they are trembling beneath the touches of stars In the massive chords of insane sounds you are speaking to god, who doesn't see you Alone with your pain under guard-sheath of the night Joined by mysterious singing of nocturnal birds From the light beams to the shadows of the stars when night is still vernal Dissapointed by the light in the abysses of dreams Blackness shadow, uprised angel walking to the dark You are the Lord of dusk but yet you shine fervent heart vestured by the night Alone with your pain under guard-sheath of the night Joined by mysterious singing of nocturnal birds From the light beams to the shadows of the stars when night is still vernal You emerge uprose from the darkness of your heart from life's sorrow, above the upland of glory You have the wings, which rain can't drench and still they are trembling beneath the touches of stars You emerge uprose from the darkness of your heart from life's sorrow, above the upland of glory You are the Lord of dusk but yet you shine fervent heart vestured by the night Alone with your pain under guard-sheath of the night Joined by mysterious singing of nocturnal birds You have the wings, which rain can't drench and still they are trembling beneath the touches of stars In the massive chords of insane sounds you are speaking to god, who doesn't see you