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.