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 nostalgia of a 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!