The Bringer Of Dawn Lyrics

A Dream Of Poe The Bringer Of Dawn

Wait! Cast your doubts aside
For you have stumbled for too long
It is time for a new day, my people
An empire for the wolves and strong

Cast you doubts aside
Under the shadow of dying Ymir
It is time for a new story, my tribe
To be written on the scrolls of Thoth, the scribe

It matters not death and misfortune
If we shielded ourselves against doubt
Sing higher the song of Lusitania
In our land grieved by drought

Lucifer rising, a comet blazing the sky
Cometh forth to light the old empire
And in my right hand, a flaming sword to defy
The bull and devourer—Europa's defiler

Set your eyes at sunrise
Beyond the Tagus flowing in our hearts
Free from dismay and demise
A new renaissance of men and arts

I bring gods enslaved
Divine artefacts to prophesy
At your hands, my sombre people
An empire that none can deny

It matters not howls of holiness
If we slain the legion of the dead:
Those who blindly follow and chant
Their righteousness while leaving a path of dread

While they sleep, we slay
While they falter, we burn
While they coward, we purvey
The fear promised by my return