There, the snow
The gore is song
That the crow
Descends upon,
Here, the coal
A dream in white
While they hold the night
Hold the night
The night has gone
Hold the air for song
The blossoms fall
The briars grown
And the birds
Are singing, 'No'
They return,
Return to one
And to none
Do they belong
Sorrows dance
A cold delight
While they hold the night
Hold the night
The night has gone
Hold the ocean's tongue
The flames are drowned
The feast is done
And the crows
Are singing, 'On'