The wind is calm,
Under blanket of night.
It whispers the tale,
Of vanquished day light.
The blackest infinity,
The chasm so deep.
Exile the sun,
To eternal sleep...
Soaring high on monstrous wings,
The place of scorn so far below.
To where the horizon ends,
Where the ocean meets the evening sun.
Awaiting the night sky,
To carry me away.
Take flight to my conquest,
Among the black of night.
Eternity over earth and sea,
To drift amidst the forest winds.
(Weary are the ravens of twilight)