cries of the win sing a swansong for mankind Shine on morning skyfire ablaze this final day The autumnal end, the dawn of man The centuries fade below my feet I soared above them as they worthlessly poured thought from a chalice as wisdom would flow, twilight would come to pass drink oh hallowed cup of life Shine on evening skyfire paint the sky with the blood of a raven bereavement, oh garment of ebony as embers dress the dusk of man... ... Agalloch As Embers Dress the Sky From Which of this ...