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Riders of Dawn
Elara Dawn — Album 5: Rise of War

Riders of Dawn

"Not death, not plague, not famine"

[Verse 1 - the void left behind] The old ones fell As they were always going to The seats they held Were never truly theirs to claim The titles they carried Were borrowed from the fearful And what is borrowed Can be taken back again

[Pre-Chorus] Something must stand Where the horsemen stood before Not to bring the end But to end what they stood for

[Chorus - the declaration] Riders of Dawn Not death, not plague, not famine Riders of Dawn Not what was - but what comes next Riders of Dawn We take the names they poisoned Riders of Dawn And we ride for the rest

[Verse 2 - the naming] The Crimson War rides first Deathbringer born for peace She carries every grave And rides until it ceases The Scourge of Rot rides second The corrupt will find no shelter She follows every lie Until there are no others The Truth-Bringer rides third For every voice they buried The Lawbringer rides last For every wrong the lawless carried

[Pre-Chorus 2] The old world gave them names for ending We give them names for what remains The Riders of the Apocalypse are finished These are the Riders of the Dawn

[Chorus] Riders of Dawn Not death, not plague, not famine Riders of Dawn Not what was - but what comes next Riders of Dawn We take the names they poisoned Riders of Dawn And we ride for the rest

[Bridge - tone shifts, cold dread entering] But the Order did not fall.

We thought they would. They did not.

And what they sent next Was not Horsemen.

The Seven. The ones who live inside every soul. The ones who were always real.

They were not voices. They were never just voices.

They are coming from the east. From the east where-

[pause]

From the east.

They are razing everything in their path. And we have only just begun to ride.

[Final Chorus - urgent now, the mission changed] Riders of Dawn Not death, not plague, not famine Riders of Dawn But what comes next is not yet clear Riders of Dawn The east calls something toward us Riders of Dawn And we are almost there

[Outro - flat, the new threat landing] Seven. Not four. Seven.

The east burns.

We ride.