[Part I: the Sleepers Beneath (the Prophecy)]



As clouds descend from evening skies

and the day entwines with night

The wind whispers a lullaby

once forgotten in time



The song of this timeless wind

was once buried deep

But now it has risen from beneath

from where Twilight's Angels sleep



The Abominations of Evenfall

lie awaiting the sign;

A prophetic son, yet not born,

in the womb awaiting his time



The child he shall be born tonight,

unaware of his might divine

For he may be a guide to light

or call the beasts beyond night



It is said that if the child's alive

there will be no night

No disease shall steal a life

and grief turns to delight



It is said that if the child's alive,

There will be no nightmares

The horrors of the evenfall

shall burn away like flares