The Bringer of Dawn

Wait! Cast your doubts aside
 For you have stumbled for too long
 It is time for a new day, my people
 An empire for the wolves and strong
 Cast you doubts aside
 Under the shadow of dying Ymir
 It is time for a new story, my tribe
 To be written on the scrolls of Thoth, the scribe
 It matters not death and misfortune
 If we shielded ourselves against doubt
 Sing higher the song of Lusitania
 In our land grieved by drought
 Lucifer rising, a comet blazing the sky
 Cometh forth to light the old empire
 And in my right hand, a flaming sword to defy
 The bull and devourer-Europa's defiler
 Set your eyes at sunrise
 Beyond the Tagus flowing in our hearts
 Free from dismay and demise
 A new renaissance of men and arts
 I bring gods enslaved
 Divine artefacts to prophesy
 At your hands, my sombre people
 An empire that none can deny
 It matters not howls of holiness
 If we slain the legion of the dead
 Those who blindly follow and chant
 Their righteousness while leaving a path of dread
 While they sleep, we slay
 While they falter, we burn
 While they coward, we purvey
 The fear promised by my return