Beware the tides of the coming dawn
Casting doubts they do forewarn
Of prophecies not yet born
That stalk this mortal land

Cast forth unto the raging night
Lunar mists to burn too bright
Across the sea as they take flight
illusions still unknown to man

Take heed the coming of the day
Nightmares fade to murky grey
Never to really go away
Locked forever in troubled hands

Beware the tides of the coming dawn
Heed this prophecy to forewarn
Safeguard loved ones not yet born
In this mortal land