Awakening - Battlelore

They shall not know

What I have done

I must hide you

My beloved one

From my heart

The painful desire

From my hands

The grand design

From my soul

The life and the fire

Into your flawless eyes

Come to me my child

Come to me the first born

My work is done

Come to me my child

Come to me my first born

Learn and blaze from me

Live from me my son

Open your eyes

Wonder my world

Breathe and arise

It is your turn

Wake up my child

Cold as a stone

The warmth of life

I shall grant you