The shallow voice of the wind
cries between these ebony wings.
The shallow cries of the wind
sing a swansong for mankind.
Shine on morning sky fire,
Ablaze this final day.
The autumnal end, the dawn of man,
The centuries fade below my feet.
I soared above them as they worthlessly
poured thought from, a chalice.
As wisdom did flow, twilight
had come to pass.
Drink, oh hallowed cup of life.
Shine on evening sky fire.
Paint the sky with the blood of a raven.
Bereavement, oh garment of ebony,
As embers dress the dusk of man...
Album: Pale Folklore (1999)