Revolutions

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
Soul scarred, twelve-fold
Beckoned by the bells of vengeance, spirits bold

A lover lost, a family torn
A solemn pyre, raised to rouse the slumbering heaven
Fire in your eyes, fire in your hearts
Steeled as you sound the horns of war

Yet know the cost, through who shall mourn
When light is quenched
That another might burn brighter

Let not the rays of justice blind
'Ere 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 groves of liberty
Till unstirring stars 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
Given in to shadowed whispers, wicked words
Yet early gloom doth louder dawn
A rival's pride, for the oaths that spur her onward

Your time is come, a choice bestowed
Tonight, for unsung sins atone
This night you need not walk alone