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 --- The Bringer of Dawn - A Dream of Poe