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...