A murky presage roaming the land
To silence the skylarks chant
The somber kiss is at hand
To impart the crimson robe
Heed the dark some maid
Dancing across this equinox
To relegate persistence
As the bleak darkness grows
A cryptal impellent
Devoted to the sublime round
Beholden for the boons of light
Retreating into quietness
We harken the somber lay
We sing the somber lay
Close your eyes and heed and vide
Then you shall see
The sphere revolves as it's promised
Flames flickering deftly
To banish the nipping air
The dark time is at hand
Lighted by bardic chant
Heed the dark some maid
To enwrap all in bleakness
A dark veil o'silence
As quiet insight buds
Darkness roaming the land
Long dead the skylarks chant
The dark vis usurped command
To impart the sallow robe
Sure a new light will come
The life wheel is rotating onward
Given is the promise
Thus assertive we wear on
Life-given impellent
Devoted to the sublime round
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