The shallow voice of the wind

cries between these ebony wings

The shallow cries of the win

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...