Glorious Dawn - Primordial

For those who may rise

As a phoenix from the ashes

For those who may devour

The fruits of knowledge

For those who coil

Serpent like, with cyclical grace

For those as wolves among sheep

Who sharpen their teeth

For the last supper

For those who are the rock

Upon which our fortress built

For those who are the anvil

Upon which our will is forged

For those whose deeds

Shall become song

And for those whose eyes

Shall light up the heavens

With a single fiery glance

This, this is your season