Wings of solitude

So long a time I’ve lived with heaven
On sorrowful cliffs above the sea,
So high that stones beneath my Ever
Can’t understand what I believe.

They can’t forgive the hope I cherish:
I spread black wings — two shining knives,
Unseal the sky, let lightning perish —
That’s the only thing I name Life!

Black raven whirls on high,
In clouds before my eyes,
I hold my silence to the cry
Of hearts and bluest skies.
But hear me, Raven, shedding tree:
I crave no calm, not once again.
A child of wind and wild and free,
I call you, Thunder — bring the rain!

So many times I screamed your name,
Black raven, take me to the sky!
Among grim rocks I’ve grown insane —
This afterglow, I need to fly!
To fly above the proud ocean,
O younger brother of the sun,
In my decline to mourn devotion,
To rise inflamed until I’m done.

Shadow my way,
Burn me with sorrow,
Light up my leaves with the laughter of storm.
Touch me again
With the pain of tomorrow —
I'm willing  true love - the death of my own!

And I’ll become a sea of autumn,
My crown I’ve thrown into your dawn,
Alive enough to die immortal
When rain at last comes pouring down…

Black wings keep whirling high,
In clouds before my eyes,
The storm will rise with silent cry
And blood of newborn skies.
And listen, Raven, shedding tree:
My heart aches high with life again.
A child of wind and wild and free,
I call you, Thunder — bring the rain!