Listen Dove to my pretty words,
I sing a tale of sin
The protectorate has fallen,
Dawn in nigh;
The golden one, stained in blood
Rises towards the heavans
Will he burn on wings of wax
Or will he ascend?

Oh Pretty Bird, listen well
Your charge has fallen along the wayside
Who will you sing to when he no long listens
Dawn is nigh;
A border-man, stained in blood
Touches on the Truth
Will the voices lead him well
Or will he rip the world apart?

Nightengale of voice so pure
Stop your inscecent singing
You keep me awake with your songs of sin
But dawn is nigh;
What is a sacrifice if not remembered -
A story told without knowing,
Will he seak the key
If his friends get lost along the way?

Raven, Raven, sing me a song
Especially when your words come out wrong
Vows abandoned, duty forgotten:
Dawn is nigh;
Blood on the mountain of snow
Blood on the mountain of fire
Blood on the stone in between -
Dawn is nigh.