Dirge

Like the flight of a dead bird my life is going out

Darkness is my mistress at cold full moon nights

Only stars know my paths, I'm a wild wanderer of fields

Lonely trips in my realm... Will you share this with me?

As I howl at night, the wind join my song... Helpless crying of the wild

Am I soulless, forever gone?

After a while I hear a voice from the dark fields of the fall

It puts me the same question:

Shall I ever see the dawn? The sun of the dawn?

The old symbol of all dread, faithful son of the night

Too much bleeding, too much fear

But one's death is other's life