Ten Winters Apart, Pt. 4: Dawn Without a Sun

Deprive a man reach of hope
And belief sincere
In tomorrow whole
Horns that fire reckoning cry

Aroused the wake not to morning of light
Revelation a shade dark nor white
Chaos holds the sky
I will not dream
I will not serve
Shall they lead or shall they call
Where loyalties lie and where they fall

Lead the lost on broken knees and
Gather the hounds amongst the sheep
Words forever salted revile

Upon a throat of a howl contrite
A revolution, a rising tide
Cinders raked ignite
I will not serve
I will not dream
Shall they lead or shall they call
Where loyalties lie and where they fall

As fever wanes, drums cease
On ramparts torn
Be it peace, be it still before the storm
Bury the swords, heroes embalm
Seeds for the blooming seasons warm
Wait for dream reborn
And harvest of war