From the hollow fields where silence reigned, I wandered through the dim unknown. The earth beneath my weary hands still whispered truths the stars had sown. Ash and silver lined my path, ghosts of voices soft as breath, yet through the hush I heard a spark— a song that stirred the sleep of death. And in that fragile gleam of morn, the sky unsealed its veiled design; each shadow bent, each wound reborn, in light that dared to cross the line. The wind recalls forgotten vows, and hums them through the broken boughs. Each note, a thread of old refrain— to bind the loss, to end the pain. Everdawn— The light returns where sorrow sleeps, Everdawn— The promise that the dark still keeps. Through shattered stone and amber rain, the warmth revives the world again. Oh, sing, my heart, though torn and worn, rise with the flame of Everdawn. Beneath the veil of autumn’s breath, a river murmurs through decay. It tells of those who dream in death, and find their peace in yesterday. The forests hum with ancient tongues, their roots entwined with fallen suns; they cradle hope beneath their skin, where life begins again within. And I have seen the mountains kneel, their crowns of frost to dew revealed; as if the heavens bowed to see the birth of dawn’s eternity. The earth remembers what we gave, the tears we poured, the love we crave. Its pulse beneath the stones still beats, a hymn of fire where darkness sleeps. Everdawn— A voice of gold through ashen skies, Everdawn— The song that endless time defies. Through stillness, through the storm’s remain, your name endures beyond the pain. Oh, sing, my soul, though frail and drawn, carry the light of Everdawn. And when the sun falls deep in sleep, the stars ignite the wounds we keep. Through cosmic tears the silence flows, a river bright where no one knows. I’ve walked the void between the years, and found a spark within my fears; a trembling flame, yet fiercely strong— it burns the dusk, it sings the dawn. Everdawn— A voice of gold through ashen skies, Everdawn— The song that endless time defies. Through stillness, through the storm’s remain, your name endures beyond the pain. Oh, sing, my soul, though frail and drawn, carry the light of Everdawn. Now in the hush before the fire, I breathe the dusk of my desire. The day unveils its golden seam, a living thread within the dream. The seeds we buried bloom once more, their roots entwined with what we swore. I hear the call, serene, austere— the dawn we sought was always near. Beneath the glow, the heavens bend, their silver arcs to earth descend; and every tear becomes a star to mark the road to who we are. Everdawn— The light returns where shadows lay, Everdawn— The vow reborn at break of day. Through fall and flame, through grief and rain, the heart renews its sacred chain. Everdawn— No dusk, no end, no fear, only the light that draws us near. Sing through the dark, where hope was gone— we are the flame of Everdawn.
