Revolutions歌词

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,
Twelevefold
Beckoned by the bells of vengeance,
Spirits bold.
A lover lost,
A family torn,
A solemn pyre,
Raised to the rouse the slumbering heavens.
Fire in your eyes and,
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 a petal free,
And yet t’is the storm that doth see the petal soar.
High o’er the trees in the throes of liberty,
’Til unstirring skies consign her to memory.
One kingdoms fall, is another kingdoms 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
Pray 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.