Silent Birds

Silent birds on the tree waiting for the minstrel - who will sing thru the morning and unclose the gates of hell. Then the birds will forever flee to ask succor to their king. Silent birds on the tree are shuddering with dread - the forlorn hosts ready for war to scorn the living and raise the dead. Then the birds will forever flee to a country where joy is afar. Silent birds on the tree will be silent for all infinity - their voice have been stolen so they could not escape from duty. Then the birds will forever flee before they adhere with the fallen. Silent birds on the tree previously called nightingale - are now a numberless legion and declaim just an fancy tale. Then the birds will forever flee steadfast thru the oblivion.