The song of Tyr Pristin

The sun hazing the dark valley
As dewdrops whisper to the sky
Falling silently on blue,grassy sheets
Silver cries ringing in the distance

The moon asking the sun
Which one will be awake tomorrow
At four in the morning

Lying in bed,listening
A bird goes towards the window
And nestles on the sill

Thoughts running through the mind
The seraphic angel is coming tomorrow
We will see him with his archaic wings
His beloved friend,Edne
Flies,circling round him
We do not know what they will do

Be prepared for the fight
The bird is here to warn us
What shall happen when we next open our eyes

To meet a new day
A new beginning
For we are not ready
For what shall be
Knocking on our doors
Tomorrow