wings of darkness

Bow by the angels who mourns in the heaven
And the stars and moon shines so bright
The angels' feathers falls down from the sky...

As the holy one deeply cries on the earth,
the darkness of the past
And the wings of death
Cries for the mourning soul...

Wanting to begin the beguine
The mystical voice serenades the mind but not the heart
because the holy one is the chosen one

The island of hopes, dreams and fears awaits you
Hear me now...
Caress me with your touch
Embrace me with your wings...

The odium I felt completes me
And when the chosen one makes his way
Through the intervals of earth and sky

I can hear the wings of darkness
To the soul of the mourning past
And in the middle of the fresh dawn...