The crows are in the wood on this cold black diamond night,
While underneath the world the sky is burning bright,
But I have torn the dark and I have scorn’d the light,
And I have hardened up my heart and set the birds to flight
An accident of fate, with flesh and blood sublime,
Mysterious as death, and perfect in my prime,
My sugared almond mouth with honey-scented rhyme
Has spoken truth and snapp’d my wings, and I am out of time
So fill my eyes with gold and fill my mouth with snow,
Fill my dreams with fire and see my body glow,
And all the crowd laughs with me, though they shall never know
The solace of the shadows – the place I seek to go
The loves that I did burn for, and the hate that made me seethe
All vanish in a whisper as I stand and stare and breathe
Where once I chased the storms – yet now I only grieve
For fleeting hearts warm’d by the fire, which now must take their leave…
And the crows are in the wood on this cold black diamond night,
While underneath this world, the sky still burns so bright