Finis Coronat Opus

In the deepest hour of night, When fellest deeds are wrought in sight Of palest moon and flick’ring star, And hour of dawn is yet afar; When the wolves their chilling din Proclaim, that now they prowl again, And the shadows ‘neath the trees Lurk like phantoms, wandering; Yet, the fear of darkness deep Cannot hope from wand’rer keep; Lo, a light on distant peak Through the midnight shadows streaks. Bids this light, “Come hither, rest”, And to the weary, troubled breast A spark of warmth and joy is giv’n Beneath the brightest stars of heaven.

Hark! a sound of distant tread Of armies marching toward the red Of fateful dawn, which silent cries That noblest blood was spilled this night. Behold, the legions great and vast, Soldiers valiant to the last; Great have been their losses, yet They set their faces firm ‘gainst death. Many gallant knights shall fall Overthrowing evil’s thrall; Ancient lines and mem’ries old Pass to death with youngest souls. Yet evil shall not set its sway Upon the soldiers of the Day, Nor tarnish sacred memory Of gallant heroes’ bravery.

Beneath the waves of ocean cold, Where none dare go but bravest bold, Lies an ancient kingdom vast Which legend made in ages past, ‘Ere sank she down in darkness great And met her cataclysmic fate. Once, she rose above the waves, An empire glorious; light of day Illumined bright her golden halls And shone upon the city walls, Wherein her people happy stayed, And built their lives in heaven’s rays. But such an happiness was dimmed By lust of rulers for an end Which not their own was set to be; They sought their immortality, Which ate away upon their hearts, And turned them soon to darkest arts. So fires burned in cities fair, As lives were lost to evil’s snare, And faithful ones were cast away To mourn their dead at break of day, And wait, and yearn; for light ‘ere long Cannot abide the darkness strong. And so, the land fell into night; The gods afar sent forth their might And drowned the rebel land beneath The trackless chasms of the sea; For fates are laid since dawn of stars To wiser...

The sun yet shines, Though darkest cloud enshrouds the land below, Where evil lurks and hunts the just -  How cowardly this foe. The sun yet shines, As battles great are fought o’er bloodied plain, And men of greatness broken lie Beneath the crimson stain. The sun yet shines, When onward leads the standard in the fray, Into the hosts of darkness grim That fade before the day. The sun yet shines, So press ye on, you gallant soldiers true, And seize the gate, and raise a shout, For victors great are you.