When the Songbird dies

'Twas one evil night
That late November night
Souls that harbor fright
Against candles so bright


Then the Songbird croons
Of songs from past moons


Bones chill, they're aghast
Souls wish to flee fast
Dark trumpets so loudly blast
Dead is he who comes last


And the Songbird dies of sorrow
For in her songs, there's no tomorrow
And the Songbird dies alone.


And the Songbird is dead.
In her memory they offer bread.
"Gone, she is now" they said.
And from the holy land they fled.


The Songbird's gone, she's now in heaven
No redemption for you, my fallen brethren


The Songbird now sings of ethereal hymns
And your mortal eyes from darkness it dims


Her voice now serenades the angels
Your body now in the lowest decomposition levels


She was yout hope, but why did you let her go?
Yes, she was your hope, why were you foolish?


And the Songbird is dead.
She's dead, dead, dead, oh dead.