I am the mystery

And I am the bringer of the moonless night

I bear the wisdom arcane

I, harbinger from the burrowed isle



Once you break forth

Hearken the flap of my wings



I haunt tour fears

Though you don't know of my duty

To lead your path

Because I'll take you home to rest

In my black wings enfolding you



I am the icon sublime

The guide of the voyage clandestine

I sing the verses bewailed

I, torch of the radiant way



Once you step out

Hearken the strokes of my wings

Once you will leave your cocoon

I will be there



And death will smile his barefaced smile

Initiating your final anguish

It is not before my arrival

that you will be led to feel

the natural serenity of leaving this world...

Hear my wings caressing the wind!

Hear my cry!



I haunt your fear

Though you don't know my duty

To lead your path

Because I'll take you home to rest

In my black wings, enfolding you