Old Mornings Dawn

The windy years have strewn down distant ways

And in thy halls still doth thy spirit sing

Songs of old memory amid thy present tears

Or hope of days to come half sad with many fears

Though along thy paths no longer runs

While war untimely takes thy many sons

No tide of treason can thy glory drown

Robed in sad majesty, the stars thy crown

I am the blood

Though along thy paths no longer runs

While war untimely takes thy many sons

No tide of treason can thy glory drown

Robed in sad majesty, the stars thy crown

I am the blood

Old mornings dawn

I am not the light you see

But only that which is falling on me

Old mornings dawn

I am not the light you see

But only that which is falling on me

The windy years have strewn down distant ways

And in thy halls still doth thy spirit sing

Songs of old memory amid thy present tears

Or hope of days to come half sad with many fears

Though along thy paths no longer runs

While war untimely takes thy many sons

No tide of treason can thy glory drown

Robed in sad majesty, the stars thy crown

I am the blood

Though along thy paths no longer runs

While war untimely takes thy many sons

No tide of treason can thy glory drown

Robed in sad majesty, the stars thy crown

I am the blood

The misty stars thy crown, the night thy dress

Most peerless magical thou dost possess my heart

Old days come to life again

Old mornings dawn

Old mornings dawn

I am not the light you see

But only that which is falling on me

Old mornings dawn

I am not the light you see

But only that which is falling on me