Aside the drone of shrieking sirens, a realm of solace, yet so timeless
Come, we’ll to that turbid island, the dampened starry, for our guidance
Yes, we seek but for that silence, that most exquisite note of balance
Come, and let us bask in silence, before the break of dawn.

Aside the streets profusely strode, we’ll tread instead, that winding road
And every rancor ever stowed, we’ll for ourselves, a fable sew
Here no eerie fowls shall crow, nor shall croak the baneful toads
No more strident gales shall blow, nor doubts shall flow, nor angst shall hold
And every woe that was extolled, shall be untold, upon this stroll
Along this trail of somber gold.  Let’s on, for now the light withholds!
Revel in this darkened road, before the break of dawn.

Alas, the darkness must abscond.  The earnest sky a new robe don.
A lucid curtain must be drawn, between the realms of myth and thought
The senseless tacts of kings and pawns, obstruct the paths to worlds beyond
Relinquish not as you march on, abandon not the good things gone
Let the dreams be not forgone, upon the break of dawn.