Dawn of Ages Lyrics


Story:

This story begins with the dawn of mankind, a savage and proud race constantly at war.  Exhausted by the never-ending conflict, one man petitions his god for an answer, and is presented with a sword forged in the centre of the earth, and impregnated with the power to unite humankind.  Aware of the pure force in his hands, the man never wields it in battle, but instead uses it as a beacon of hope, under which all of the factions of his race begin to at last find peace.  Humans become a strong and noble race, flourishing in the light of freedom from war.  Little do they know the sword itself has become thirsty for the chaos it once defeated, and twists the minds of those closest to it to once again take up arms.  In the hands of a few, the sword wages a new kind of battle, and all of humankind stand in awe of it's ferocity.  Man begins to understand that the sword will not stop until it has consumed every soul on the planet, and in one final battle the forces of good rise up to defend themselves... But in a world that had once been built upon the foundations of hatred the sword finds endless strength, and all who stand against it are decimated.  Finally one man remains, and in an effort to stop the sword once and for all he plunges it through his own heart...

Begin our journey back through mists of time

As we arrive at the dawn of mankind

Engulfed in hatred, the world is at war

A sword is made to bring peace evermore

CHORUS:

Created by the nobles one

Raised by champions, Great Defender

Assailed by ravenous fury

Conquered and eclipsed by evil splendour

Now man he cowers in fear and in shame

It holds a power which can not be named

What once held virtue is wicked instead

And none can hinder it's thirst for the dead

CHORUS

Over the mountains and the trees

Through valleys and the seas

We stand united on the plain

Mount up the barricade, or meet the end

Against an army of us all

There is no chance we'll fall, hear the call

Through smoke and ashes stands one mortal man

Alone triumphant, the sword in his hand

The worlds destruction at last is complete

A tale of anguish that's doomed to repeat

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