Far above the darkling world Soars the blackest bird Far above the darkling world It sings the saddest song
And those who hear its cry
Those who hear it will go astray Those who hear it will wither away And nothing besides they hear Nothing besides they think anymore
And they will turn away from the sun And they will turn against themselves
At the midmost night Each midmost night Upon death's palm The bird will rest a while And gently death will speak Softly death will hum and whisper: "Fly again my bird, fly again over the world"
Those who hear it will bow their heads Those who hear it will find no rest And black as a dream is now their way For into the shades they all shall fade
