[music: sanga | lyric: burvall]

Gaze upon the ancient cities

A broken throne of a dying king
Now see the skies, it´s charred remains
And try to hear a dead bird sing

Black dawn comes - Our blessing becomes our curse

To watch decay, as once written

The lord forever, dies insane
His lies caught up with their creator
The dead bid never sings again


Black dawn comes - Our blessing becomes our curse


Wither