The Swan has spoken I can still taste the blood The grip is broken Supposed to rot Like a bolt from the sky Splitting the ground I had to die The buried ones I count Your eyes are wide Cruel and graceless stare Gone is now the tide Never I've been spared Truth is what I see The mirror never lies Shows what waits for me The mirror in your eyes Standing on the other side I shall always be Black bird calling at my pride "You shall never see!!!"