Whispers of gold adorn your visage, but why do they hide your facade? The orange skies are calling your name, but you're too vague to gaze the glade. The dawn lifts your veil, for you long to be caressed by the sun, but as the covetous twilight blinks, you shy away from the world.
When evening comes and evil rouse When howls and shrieks of terror without The Day is here and within we're ready Assured dark shall pass and into light We'll walk when the doors are opened But the fight's the despair and fear From sights and sounds of evil's triumph It's cruel rampages and idolatrous boasts But that Day comes in the dark of dusk The Sun's hid that dark destroys dark And a pleasant land refreshed revealed And our eyes behold only beauty and light
Dusk is a promise of Dawn As long as Life is LORD And night can be long As it was once years ago A day in many thousands An utterly unworldly terror Or briefly: Old to New Moon Or Three Days and Nights Evil prophesies and rejoices At Dusk, Night without End Indeed it shall be, a Shadow Of Day, A Day without End
