At the Advent of Dawn Songtext
von Dryad

Far away from home
Where those villains belong
A spot of wrath and pain
Besides a dark winding lane
Hidden by a cave
Apparent mere by day
And I once passed by
At the wrong time in the wrong place

Awaking after passing out
The warming candle just burned out
Surrounded by those eerie shapes
My last thoughts torn apart in tapes


Facing you at the advent of dawn
Filled by a stabbing I cannot recall
The sublime appeared; my will to live is gone
Thrived by my fear; in the cold-hearted fall

Their dreadful deeds came through my mind
Bereft of power, I walked the line
But I arose and bundled all my strength
And fought and won for the glorious men

Facing you at the advent of dawn
Filled by a stabbing I cannot recall
The sublime appeared; my will to live is gone
Thrived by my fear; in this cold-hearted fall

Far away from home
The sheer horror is gone
But back home again
I′m still trapped in that frame