Sial at Play

Sial sings songs south of the river
Sial the sage
Sial serves voices so strangely they seem
Sial the mourner
There are no challengers here
To his strange mystery
In the ages when his wild angels were wandering
South of the river to the cemetery calling
Out of the wild wilderness wandering
The forest of bones amid the wild wolves howling

Lately in mourning south of the river
Sial the angel
Sial the sage of the ages is calling
He wanders no more
He watches and waits through the wind
And the wild storm
All through the lands of the lilting lovers
The babies of angels
Their sons and their daughters
Following, following down through fields they wandered
The forest of bones amid the wild wolves howling

Sial sings songs south of the river
Sial the sage

Sial serves voices so strangely they seem
Sial the mourner
He watches and waits through the wind
And the wild storm

Sial the sage of the ages is calling
Sial the angel
Sial the sage, the mourner, the angel
He wanders no more
He wanders no more