I see the last black swan. Fly past the sun. I wish, I too were gone. Back home again. . It seems, our fortunes lied. Despite our gain. Our tears fall like our pride.
Into the flash of the lightning star-riders are hurled,. See them bumping and grinding bareback on the wheels of the world,. You can see the dawn a'coming or is that the flash of a spear,.
About the forthcoming battle, this piece is a dance tune called Old Noll's. Jig..