It's the first original Rising song. Creating this one, I was inspired by Dio and his works of the Black Sabbath times. That will be the day when I can put it here, and now - here are the lyrics!
Children Of The Dawn
On the edge of bloody sunset
At the salty lake of wine I've lost the contours of the final sign
As the spectral clouds move closer
Mystic spirits stop their flight 'nd I feel the Space is full of loneliness tonight.
Walking through the starless darkness,
Being in dread of going away
I can only promise to myself I'll find a way
All the fools are sailing homeward
All the sages have been gone
And I'm crawling trying to find the house of rising sun,
I'm the one
I hear the tolling of the bell,
I start to whisper my December pray
I thought it's time for getting well,
I hoped I'd find the outlines of new day
Hearing the tolling of the bell
I didn't know it's just a ghost
And the children of the dawn are lost
Trying to remember someone
I get down on my broken knees
As the moonlight ominously gleams upon the trees
Praying to the falling Heaven
Looking at the raising Hell
I'm burying all my spectral hopes for being well,
'nd here rings the bell
I see the devil in the dark
I'd sale my soul for some dawning sky
I'm trying to scream, I'm trying to bark,
But all the sounds of night are going by
Hearing the tolling of the bell
I didn't see the world around
And the children of the dawn are lost,
They'll never never be found
There's no place for love,
For dreams, for joy and peace
There's no time to think
Cause you'll be lost in tears and fears
There's no reason to believe
In wonder and in friends
The cracked black bell is ringing
Prophesying the traceless end
There's only world of black,
The children of the dawn are never coming back
On the edge of bloody sunset,
At the salty lake of wine
I've lost the contours of the final sign
As the spectral clouds move closer
Mystic spirits stop their flight
'nd I feel the Space is full of loneliness tonight
And there's no light.
I hear the tolling of the bell,
I start to whisper my December pray
I thought it's time for getting well,
I hoped I'd find the outlines of new day
Hearing the tolling of the bell
I didn't know it's just a ghost
And the children of the dawn are lost
20 February 2008