Solamnic Death Chant From Dragons of Winter Night (pages 394-395) Novel by Margaret Weis & Tracy Hickman Poetry by Michael Williams Return this man to Huma's breast: Let him be lost in sunlight, In the chorus of air where breath is translated; At the sky's border receive him. Beyond the wild, impartial skies Have you set your lodgings, In cantonments of stars, where the sword aspires In an arc of yearning, where we join in singing. Grant to him a warrior's rest. Above our singing, above song itself, May the ages of peace converge in a day, May he dwell in the heart of Paladine. And set the last spark of his eyes In a fixed and holy place Above words and the borrowed land too loved As we recount the ages. Free from the smothering clouds of war As he once rose in infancy, The long world possible and bright before him, Lord Huma, deliver him. Upon the torches of stars Was mapped the immaculate glory of childhood; From that wronged and nestling country, Lord Huma, deliver him. Let the last surge of his breath Perpetuate wine, attar of flowers; From the vanguard of love, the last to surrender, Lord Huma, deliver him. Take refuge in the cradling air From the heart of the sword descending, From the weight of battle on battle; Lord Huma, deliver him. Above the dreams of ravens where His dreams first tried a rest beyond changing, From the yearning for war and the war's ending, Lord Huma, deliver him. Only the hawk remembers death In a late country; from the dusk, From the fade of the senses, we are thankful that you, Lord Huma, deliver him. Then let his shade to Huma rise Out of the body of death, of the husk unraveling; From the lodging of the mind upon nothing, we are thankful to you, Lord Huma, deliver him. Beyond the wild, impartial skies Have you set your lodgings, In cantonments of stars, where the sword aspires In an arc of yearning, where we join in singing. Return this man to Huma's breast Beyond the wild, impartial skies; Grant to him a warrior's rest And set the last spark of his eyes Free from the smothering clouds of wars, Upon the torches of stars. Let the last surge of his breath Take refuge in the cradling air Above the dreams of ravens, where Only the hawk remembers death. Then let his shade to Huma rise, Beyond the wild, impartial skies.

Cover of the band Changes I have seen the crimson sunset casting shadows on a lonely beach. I have witnessed stars of nighttime light their silver patterns out of reach. I have watched the soaring eagle fly through blue and endless skies. I have felt the look of love shine in your dark and searching eyes. But the saddest thing I've ever seen was when you walked away. But the saddest thing I've ever seen was when you walked away. I have heard the roar of thunder rip across a stormy summer night. I have watched those white and weightless clouds of morning sail out of sight I have felt most cherished moments slipping through the gripping hands of hope. I have heard the violent final snapping of the last strand of the rope. But the saddest thing I've ever seen was when you walked away. But the saddest thing I've ever seen was when you walked away.

Order of the Night Sky became Orb of The Moons