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 skyfire

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 would flow, twilight would come to pass

Drink, oh hallowed cup of life



Shine on evening skyfire

Paint the sky with the blood of a raven

Bereavement, oh garment of ebony

As embers dress the dusk of man...