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