Ancient Dawn from Solar by Terminus

This ancient dawn will herald new,
All that’s to come or shall ever be,
Spawned from this an empty sea,
Still hot from the fire underneath.

This barren dawn is seen by none.
The sea is blind to the sun.

Enter the cradle of life,
A silent home of impossible design,
Yet here we are against the odds of creation.

The candle burning low,
Perhaps it should have gone out years ago,
But here we are against the odds of creation.

Enter the cradle of life,
A silent home of impossible design,
But here we are against the odds of creation.

At last this sun finally sleeps,
And something stirs underneath,
For the land and its sea,
Are pregnant with all that will be.

• Metal
• doom metal
• Saint John