Agalloch
As Embers Dress the Sky
[Verse 1]
The shallow voice of the wind
Cries between these ebony wings
The shallow cries of the wind
Sing a swansong for mankind
[Verse 2]
Shine on morning skyfire
Ablaze this final day
The autumnal end, the dawn of man
The centuries fade below my feet
[Verse 3]
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
[Instrumental Break]
[Verse 4]
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