Sing, a song of dawn
Dawn, the day reborn
Breathe deep of the dawn before the storm
This hearth, this home
Wrested forth from tired fingers
Bathed in blood and sealed in stone
Soul scarred, twelve-fold
Beckoned by the bells of vengeance, spirits bold
A lover lost, a family torn
A solemn pyre, raised to rouse the slumbering heaven
Fire in your eyes, fire in your hearts
Steeled as you sound the horns of war
Yet know the cost, for who shall mourn
When light is quenched
That another might burn brighter
Let not the rays of justice blind
E'er trust in grace and she shall guide
Soft is the breeze that can set the petal free
And yet 'tis the storm that doth see the petal soar
High o'er the trees in the throes of liberty
'Till unstirring skies consign her to memory
One kingdom's fall is another kingdom's freedom
One sovereign's war is another sovereign's peace
One mother's pride is another mother's sorrow
Their tears both soak the land that they love
Two lives, two swords
Given in to shadowed whispers, wicked words
Yet tell me true – doth louder toll
A rival's cry, or the oaths that spur her onward
Your time is come, a choice bestown
Tonight, for unsung sins atone
This night you need not walk alone
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