Such Hawks, Such Hounds - Dead Meadow

As Dawn’s first rays cross the green field

They shine in open eyes lying still

From the boughs of the oak tree

Three ravens wait

Over his cold bones lying as they are

The wind will moan forevermore

They’ll perch on his backbone

Beneath the morning sun

Peck out his eyes one by one

His hounds they lie at his feet

So well they will their master keep

His hawks they circle the air

All through the day

No raven would dare come near

All through the day

She sits quiet and still by his side

Gently closes her lover’s eyes

She buried him before his prime

Was dead herself before even song time

God grant each man his rightful share

Such hawks, such hounds, such ladies fair