Nightbird

The Nightbird calls … and shadows creep…

Into my mind, into my sleep…

I do not know, if I shall rise…

Or open up these weary eyes …

The withered trees how they creak and they moan

Beneath the moon… How the demons groan …

They come to me and pull me down …

Down into the swamp, without a sound.

I sink again, just like a stone …

My body’s cold, and I’m alone …

I do not think that I shall rise …

Or open up these weary eyes …

Inst Solo (bass clarinet)

I sink once more, just like a stone …

The darkness chills me to the bone …

The water’s deep, I shall not rise …

No more to lift these weary eyes …

No more to lift these weary eyes …