The Bringer of Dawn - text
For you have stumbled for too long.
It is time for a new day, my people,
An empire for the wolves and strong.
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.
If we shielded ourselves against doubt.
Sing higher the song of Lusitania
In our land grieved by drought.
Cometh forth to light the old empire.
And in my right hand, a flaming sword to defy
The bull and devourer—Europa’s defiler.
Beyond the Tagus flowing in our hearts.
Free from dismay and demise,
A new renaissance of men and arts.
Divine artefacts to prophesy.
At your hands, my sombre people,
An empire that none can deny.
If we slain the legion of the dead:
Those who blindly follow and chant
Their righteousness while leaving a path of dread.
While they falter, we burn
While they coward, we purvey
The fear promised by my return.
- Versos Para o Submundo
- Jekk Alla Jrid
- At the Cape of Good Hope,..
- In the Wake of Forgetfuln..
- Spirits of the Dead
- The Bringer of Dawn
- Eulogy for the Weary
- 1. Lady of Shalott
- 2. Laudanum
- 3. For My Fallen Angel
- 4. If Only Tonight We Could ..
- 5. The Lost King of the Lyre
- 6. Neophyte
- 7. Gentle Whisper
- 8. Liber XLIX
- 9. The Loss of the Lost
- 10. Os Vultos