Born into a world of loss
I have seen defeat
And those who fall to misery
The taint of heresy
Death always smiles my way
But I still stand
As I yet draw breath
My voice shall resonate
The soul and heart in unity
Virtues of honor is my armor
Now I face the horizon
Reaching for the sky
For long I have been the son of dusk
Now reborn as dawn
The Blossom of sorrow
Long have you been our herald
The Idol of regret and pain
I cast you down
For I still hear the resonance of my dreams
"Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light"
[Dylan Thomas]
The Blossom of sorrow
Long have you been our herald
The Idol of regret and pain
I cast you down
For I still hear the resonance
The resonance of my dreams
Resonance