Testo Swans

The swans begin to bellow
Bellies full of pearls
Screaming down the houses
Whilst the willows
Start to fall

Bow their boughs
And buckle Curtains they are drawn
A cavalcade in symmetry
Commands for those to mourn

The mutes lead procession
Sombre and serene
A pageant on behalf to show
Her majestys esteem

The lake is turning darker
It's a black as ostrich plumes
The white parade advances
With a noble magnitude

Veiled are the mirrors Upon the walls, in the rooms
The hands of the grandfather
Have settled on high noon

We are the eryar
Here come the eryar