The Azdinist // Den Of Dawns Lyrics

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