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