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.
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