Текст песни Catharsis - Страж времен

Oh, Warden of time, in the heat of sands born Heaven!
How many moons do you keep the essence of the prophecies of the ancient ...
Silent grief to your cold gray walls
Carried wind, while they do not turn back

Forgotten your face .. .. and ash
Listed gardens
And stopped
They are the voice of the birds of paradise
For centuries...

The light will dry Daytime Stars and night will come.
Forgetfulness of the world accustomed to sink into the void.
Now is my time, so let realized predictions.
And on the edge of greatness and beauty of gain!

Like the old days .. For a moment .. resurrected
Flowering gardens,
And the song is heard glowing stars,
Dancers attracts the hot mill,
Circle of wind!

But ... close ... Dawn ...
It pales .......

Revived gardens
Their songs carry forever the wind!
So, even at the last moment
Rascvet only fill it
One!

Farewell, Great Enemy!
Your face full of celebration!
You waited as the light of dawn
Blow up the Dome!
Shine!
Shine on! ..
Shine! ...