Song Of The Blackest Bird

Far above the darkling world
Soars the blackest bird
Far above the darkling world
It sings the saddest song
And those who hear its cry

Those who hear it will go astray
Those who hear it will wither away
And nothing besides they hear
Nothing besides they think anymore

They will turn, they will turn
Turn away from the sun
They will turn, they will turn
Turn against, against themselves

At the midmost night, each midmost night
Upon Death's palm, the bird will rest a while
And gently Death will speak
Softly Death will hum and whisper
"Fly again, my bird, fly again over the world"

At the midmost night, each midmost night
Upon Death's palm, the bird will rest a while
And gently Death will speak
Softly Death will hum and whisper
"Fly again, my bird, fly again over the world"
Fly again, fly over the world

Those who hear it will bow their heads
Those who hear it will find no rest
And black as a dream is now their way
For into the shades they all shall fade

They will turn, they will turn
Turn away from the sun
They will turn, they will turn
Turn against, against themselves

At the midmost night, each midmost night
Upon Death's palm, the bird will rest a while
And gently Death will speak
Softly Death will hum and whisper
"Fly again, my bird, fly again over the world"

At the midmost night, each midmost night
Upon Death's palm, the bird will rest a while
And gently Death will speak
Softly Death will hum and whisper
"Fly again, my bird, fly again over the world"

Far above the darkling world
Soars the blackest bird
Far above the darkling world
It sings the saddest song