Dawn Will Come - Pythia

The light is dying in the sky

I walk through the sands of bloodshed old

And I steel myself this night

Hold me near you

I don’t fear you

Feel my fire

Cold of the meal and drink to madness

Through the

I see the dagger in my hand

Decked in gold, I wander through the halls

One thought: vengeance for my murdered kin

A word guides my faithful hand

Hands entwining

Stars aligning

You’re in my grasp

Like a serpent you will writhe in the flames

As I send you to the hell from which you came

Take my hand

Breathe your desires

Know your lust

Will be your pyre

Blood and wine

Staining white lace

Feel the hate

In our embrace

Fever rises

Blood baptizes

Cold steel biting

Triumphant from the darkness

And the dawn will come again

In the end, the dawn will come