[Instrumental Intro]

[Verse 1]
Sial sings songs south of the river – Sial the Sage
Sial serves voices so strangely they seem – Sial the Mourner
There are no challengers here to his strange mystery
In the ages when his wild angels were wandering
South of the river to the cemetery calling
Out of the wild wilderness wandering
The forest of bones amid the wild wolves howling

[Verse 2]
Lately in mourning south of the river – Sial the Angel
Sial the Sage of the ages is calling – He wanders no more
He watches and waits through the wind and the wild storm
All through the lands of the lilting lovers
The babies of angels, their sons and their daughters
Following, following down through fields they wandered
The forest of bones amid the wild wolves howling

[Instrumental Break]

[Verse 3]
Sial sings songs south of the river – Sial the Sage
Sial serves voices so strangely they seem – Sial the Mourner
He watches and waits through the wind and the wild storm
Sial the sage of the ages is calling – Sial the Angel
Sial the sage, the mourner, the angel – He wanders no more
He wanders no more
[Instrumental Outro]