Unsung - Insomnium

For above the darkling world

Soars the blackest bird

For 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 dram is now their way

For into the shades they all shall fade