Gates of Dawn Lyrics

White wood and crimson leaves surround My tongue swollen with fear
My pale face burns
I am become death
That dagger, o that hideous blade,
slay and fell the nameless beast.
My hands danced so gracefully
Slicing with will and power
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And as his blood pools round my boots I see my pure face in his
Pure, in the gods, in the land
Pure, in the strike of my hand
Sabre and hammer
Mock the Gates of Dawn