We art envoys of mneuvering sky Leaves depicted my failure
I forestall this rapture with grief Thus my downfall is regarded
As a failure of the entire swarm, I don't yearn for satisfaction,
I scorn myself Forestall
An envoy is a decoy I forestall the entire downfall
Another night is observing my solitude throughout eons
Woe of my forest and moans of this dying crow
Were summoning changes,
As we were benighted by their dreams
Birds All those black clouds above betoken a storm
We art summoning changes beyond these streams
We art left alone to get through this storm
Without wings it seems so meaningless
River flows silently, beyond these streams
I ask myself, often, who we art?
We art envoys of maneuvering sky Again we shalt arise
Gather the swarm, the skies art waiting