Dream Recalled On Waking Lyrics - Darkseed

...and after a many summer dies the swan 

It withers slowly in thine arms 

All night long amorous anthems sung 

It's tears on your cheek, history of the fan 

Sweet is the breath of night 

with charm of earliest birds 

Close over us, the silver star, thy guide 

Dying embers, our only light 

(scorching away mortality 

Till the moon rising in clouded majesty) 

But see the many-coloured prime retired to rest 

Thy long tongued blood demands supplies 

Honour and beauty are but dreams 

Big alike with wound and dart 

Like fiery dews that melt 

the swan's soul into the boughs does glide 

Flaming swords forbidden 

They banish me from you 

Remembrance of a bitter loss