In a field beneath a blackened sky did ravens cry and sirens sing
To yield beneath the heckling cry of shadow sky where sirens sing
To the death knell flying and it’s master scrying will the sirens bring
A small boy crying in the tall grass lying is the sirens king
Can a wind bearing thunder rend the darkness asunder inside
Can a sin wearing umber send the harps and the thunder aside
Can a hym swearing slumber and stark winter wonder bring light
Can the frost be out-frozen by cold, dark emotion at night
But for the gulls and the ravens are we save for silence alone?