As Embers Dress The Sky - Agalloch

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…