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As embers dress the sky
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...