Agalloch As Embers Dress The Sky
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...
[Music by Haughm/Anderson (3/96 - 10/96)]
