I didn't see it coming, 
but the angels found me — 
a flurry of frenetic black wings.
A wavering tornado
stirs the sky around me.

Tiny gods of particle dynamics
whip the wind,
the poetry of chaos on display.
Shadow apparitions stretching out,
collapsing in,

the fluid form,
the shifting storm,
the starlings swarm.

Oh little birds,
show me the harmony
in havoc.

Oh little birds,
stay close to me,
obscure me 
in your twisting veil.

The algorithms keeping you 
from constant crashing,
the elegance of avian math,
the mystery of every minor interaction…

Beauty in the calculus
that undulates your shade,
the dance of murmuration so sublime.
Bathe my eyes in waves of your
obsidian cascade.

My soul reborn
inside your storm.
The starlings swarm.

Oh little birds,
show me the harmony
in havoc.

Oh little birds,
stay close to me,
obscure me 
in your twisting veil.

Behold the congregation,
coordination of several
hundreds of starlings,
thousands of starlings.

Disturb the peace and
rise up, unite and
get in formation,
rise, little darlings,
here comes a falcon!
Fly!

A curtain falls on the sky
as the flock passes by. My
reverie won't subside.
The angels found me when I
most needed them,

their fluid form,
their shifting storm.
The starlings swarm.

Murmuration (The Starlings Swarm)

The War Yaks bring catchy hooks, soulful vocals, and a generous dollop of saxophone to a new vision of what modern prog can be, with an electic blend of genres and influences and thoughtful, introspective lyrics. Fans of Steven Wilson, Thank You Scientist, Haken, Leprous, and Opeth may find something to love among The War Yaks' oeuvre.