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
Souls scarred, twelvefold
Beckoned by the bells of vengeance, spirits bold
A lover lost, a family torn
A solemn pyre raised to rouse the slumb'ring heavens
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
and trust in grace and She shall guide
Soft is the breeze that can set a petal free
And yet 'tis the storm that doth see the petal soar
High are the [trees in the throes] of liberty
'Til 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
Give an end to shadowed whispers; wicked words
Yet tell me who doth louder call
A rival's pride or the oaths that spur her onward?
Your time is come, a choice bestown
Tonight for unsung saviors hope
This night you need not walk alone!