There before the rising sun In twilight ravens wings are drawn Thought sent out to horizons edge Memories of the words of men -"With dusk brings the end of day, while the last fragments Of light remain Silhouettes disappear in growing night No sight nor sound of two birds flight" While he sits alone with closed eye Lucid dreams fill his mind Evening falls on golden halls It's time to wing their way home Ravens whispers now have ceased With it silenced beating wings With no return from horizons edge All is lost of the words of men