As Embers Dress The Sky – Agalloch

The shallow voice of the wind
Cries between these ebony wings
The shallow cries of the win
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…