Lyriel

The crying owl, the crying owl
Cries a prophecy of storm for all of us
The nightingale, the nightingale
Is going on to sing her song her evening star
Nightingale, don't you know, taciturn
You must learn to be and to...
...Show in the eyes of the dangerous night
It brings storm, it brings death
Believe my words and despair
Learn to fear, learn to shake
When the dangerous me awakes
The black clouds are soon near
So you should fear, so you should fear
Says the anxious owl which seems so sorrowed
My lovely owl, my lovely owl