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