The sound of the bird's song,
Has escaped my ears far too long.
In the dark march my fears,
But sublime hope nears.
Standing watch in the coldest night,
I can just barely see the first rays of light.
And as its volume grows and grows,
So too shrink back our foes.
Hope born of faltering heart,
Dawn giving us a new start.
Standing our ground,
Our lucks turned around.
The long deathly test,
Ended by light from the west.
The time is ours to do as we will,
But of this night I've had my fill.
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