Ordo Draconis - A Crimson Dawn Lyrics

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[I: (The harbinger Morrigan)]

BLEAR with dew came the morrow

And winds rustled aloud.

Down by the rill where purled the flow

The Washer1 washed the shrouds

And Nemain2 sang of woe and sorrow.

"O black-feathered Morrigan"

[II: (O'er bleak winds of death)]

A raven, Morrigan yclept, loomed awaiting burial.

On wings o'er rueful winds, she stalked along.

A storm-blast of blazonry chased the sands

And left the drift seen afar.

A breeze brought the scattered grains,

That flung 'gainst the dewy scars.

Her frenzied squawks exhorted the ravage

And the hewing of sheen blades.

And blood suffused the barren earth,

'Pon which the crimson dawn glowered.

A Crimson Dawn Awakened!

[III: (Hoarse cries and clanging steel)]

The brash and bray heartened the noble souls

To defy the singeing fervour of battle.

The carmine sky was brimming with sore shrieks,

As they rose high above the flourish of brazen trumpets.

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[IV: (The beacon glare)]

When, dark by smoke and red by fire,

Aurora had won the day,

The sun, in beacon glare, rose higher

And sweltered drouthy fey.

[V: (The ascent of warlike fever)]

The fervour seared the sanguine plain

And the sour scent of cold damp

Did linger no more. Undaunted or felled,

Shrieks resounded to where their lot was cast.

"O black-feathered Morrigan"

"Thrilled by rankling fury, as I hearkened direful voices,

The red blaze of death aroused my vengeful moods."

"The glorious grandeur of battle, at this blood-tinged dawn,

Made boil my ebon ichor, glinstering as steel whirled."

The carmine sky in ashen stains flecked

Brimmed with husky moans.

Thus the sabre-rattling swoll

Into drear timbres of ire

(The empty words sceptred).

[VI: (On the brink of ruin)]

"Wounds of savage thrusts

Shifted me to the brink of ruin

And the grave burden borne

Struggled tho' I strained life."

[VII: (A draught of immortality)]

A raven, Morrigan yclept, loomed watching the battlefield.

On wings o'er rueful winds, she stalked along.

"Thrilled by rankling fury, as I hearkened direful voices,

The roan blaze of death aroused my vengeful moods."

"In awe of ancestral victories won

I unsheathed and brandished my sword

Once more. Dreadful countenances fell

Until the baleful knell rang triste."

After the dismal rise of the sullen sun,

Ravens reap the rich morning harvest,

As the drenched earth is sated by thousands

And splendid glory has been gained.

The ardent ashes that flare

Smoulder with more afterglow

Than a midsummer fever would leave

And now the embers are fanned.

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