There, in the distance,
The dream is shining
Bright and pure like
A newborn dear child.

The burning redness
Of the coming dawn.
The flames that witness
Graceful rise of yours.

You face the monsters
That cast the plagues,
The scourges of the war
Across the sacred land.

In hope you"ll brace
And forge the sword.
The light will land a
Hand from the beyond.

In hope you"ll take
And save the shards.
You"ll save and forge a
New world from the dust.

It all begins with just
A whisper of the wind,
That calls and brings
A new hope to the world.