Your hands stole the night winds blow
And your mind burnt every cloud
In the sky, left is a flaw
Of a pale and dying star

While we're melting lies
Over dreams and life
Mourning suns rise on
And the zephyr's night
Has misled our eyes
Mourning suns rise on

On the fields the misty rays
Let forsee a mourning day
If the dawn don't wake again
You will bleed a thousand rains...

While we're melting lies
Mourning suns rise on
In the zephyr's night
Mourning suns rise on
While we're melting lies
Mourning suns rise on
In the zephyr's night
Mourning suns rise on

The long September evening dies
In mist along the fields and lanes;
Only a few faint stars surprise
The lingering twilight as it wanes.

Night creeps across the darkening vale;
On the horizon tree by tree
Fades into shadowy skies as pale
As moonlight on a shadowy sea.

And, down the mist-enfolded lanes,
Grown pensive now with evening,
See, lingering as the twilight wanes,
Lover with lover wandering.

[Poem "Autumn Twilight" by Arthur Symons (1865-1945)]

The warmth of the early spring night is gone
Stars pass into a light dreamless sleep
Can you see it?
Yards wear the color of scarlet wounds
Easing now winter's past torments
Can you see me?

Where the raven pecks without end
The youth of my skin
A winter cold wind blows over me
Wear out my feelings

This is like a road without end
A quiet night through forest's bends

Their mirage haunting me
As the day moon brightens
And I perish
I perish on this perilous road
Where the raven pecks without end
The youth of my skin
Their mirage haunting me
This feels like a road without end...

Why can't you even remember
Is it tonight the end?
Why can't you even remember
Is it tonight the end
Why can't you even remember...

For only once the sky gathered
As white gold
The leaden silence of the earth
As leaf mod
It remains inside our eyes
Remains inside...

For only once the sky gathered
As white gold
The morning burnt echoed the thirst
Of this end foretold
It remains inside our eyes
Remains inside

Along the path, a white gold silence
Along the path, a white gold earth
Along the path, a white gold silence
Along the path, a white gold heart

Hear the satyrs calling, crying,
As the windy day is dying
O'er the rocks;
And the shepherd speeds the flocks
They're eyeing!

See the satyrs leap and scramble
Thro' the briar and brake and bramble;
In the glow
Of the red sun sunken low
They gambol,

Never thinking of the morrow,
Without head or heart to borrow
Any care.
Of all sadness, of all sorrow
Unaware.

Lyrics by Christine Siebeneck Swayne

Slow cold and somber
Brushing the shores
Morning never comes
I turn into a prey

Fear thy dawning lights
Hear them drown

I've been calling for so long
In a wind of clay
Just like the smoke
I'm led away

Feeding frostbitten roads
Might heal a pain
No one hears
Just raven words
One might hear the rain
Flooding the leaves and me away