The Azdinist // Den of Dawns

Deep in the ruptured jungle,
Where the river dives and dies,
Is a simple cabin, where a lonely scholar hides
And she's lost in study, on the night before a storm
When an arcane letter slides in beneath the door

'Wait! Oh deliv'rer!'
Too late; not a remnant in the mist
So the scholar uncoils the parchment in her fist
'Dear Fym Sallow
Ever closer to the truth
I can lift the power
that resides inside of you'

Young, but awake
A destiny ever calling after her
A runaway Daleian girl,
Cataloguing creations and hereafters

There's no sense to this parchment
I've read it through and through
It's all too much, I've had enough
I know it can't be true

I lie awake in the sweat of a dream
I hear her call, I'm not sure what it means
The Azdinist speaks of the Den of Dawns
Promises power, says I belong
I belong

Watch, as a silence begins to shroud the pragmatist's lair
And a new sun rises, but she hasn't left her chair
She's awash with wonder, yet impish in denial
This 'Den of Dawns' no more than an institute of lies

A delusion, sculpted by a ludic fantasist
Who, despite their ardour, have failed to convince
'Dear Fym Sallow', after finding where she is
In the ruptured jungle, where no-one lives

I lie awake in the sweat of a dream
Dwell in her spells, I'm disinclined to believe
The Azdinist tells of the shattered sword,
Scatter the glassblade into the world

I was a gath'rer of absolute truths,
Now I ruminate on the absurd
The Azdinist speaks of the Den of Dawns
Tells of the task - seek out the shards!

(Here in the Cuthrealm of eternal dawn
We trust in the Azdinist to bring us the one
To seek out the Paluns of the Umbral sword
We wait with an offering for the day you come)

(Here in the Cuthrealm of eternal dawn)
Here, in the Den of Dawns
(We trust in the Azdinist to bring us the one)
We trust her to bring us the one
(To seek out the Paluns of the Umbral sword)
Of the Umbral Sword
(We wait with an offering for the day you come to us)

On the day you come to us
In the Cuthrealm of the Den of Dawns
We trust in the Mistress, and she will bring us the one
Who'll seek out the fragments of the Umbral sword
And once they're delivered, it can be reforged as one

With the sister blade of Lustre
You'll siphon every piece of Umbra
Sink your blade in the distortion
Be not afraid, as the darkness fades

Here, in the ruptured jungle
I can't make up my mind
I lie awake in the sweat of a dream
Dwell in her spells, disinclined to believe
The Azdinist speaks of the Den of Dawns
Promises power, says I belong

I was a gath'rer of absolute truth,
Now I ruminate on the absurd
The Azdinist speaks of the Den of Dawns
But I'll stay right here, 'til something occurs