Battle Dawn

Written by Earl Raymond the Enchanter d'Acier.

I must contain my anger, or I won’t control my power
But, oh, how long I’ve waited just to see this very hour
It’s just as well I’m not the one who calls the storm of fire,
Or I would turn this battle plane into your funeral pyre

The priests all say I must not hate, but I will not pretend
I saw the wreck you made of them, my kinsfolk and my friends
The scars you left in flesh and soul will be so slow to fade
Oh would I had your coward heart beneath my naked blade

I must control my rage or lose ability to plan
I must direct the fight from here, not charging in the van
As you will likewise do, no doubt, for all you are a fool
And as you seek for victory, you know not how to rule

But in the name of all that's great, you’re all that I despise
Who strove to take, by idiocy, my Glory as your prize
My throne, my child, my people – all you’ve plotted to despoil
By tricks that only miracles enabled us to foil

I must control my fury, or let slip all that I’ve sought
But vengeance would not be enough for all the grief you’ve wrought
I know one day you'll fall beneath the steel of me and mine
And drink full deeply of defeat, that cold and bitter wine

My crown is on my brow, my naked blade within my hand
My army, like an eager hound, lies waiting my command
With how you left them to their deaths, revealed to all this day
By all the stars that ever shone, by all the Glory of the Sun,
For Agravaine, and Eleanor,
for Geoffrey bold, and Gideon
I swear that you will pay!

By Mercedes Lackey

Filk by Dominic

I must contain my anger, or I won’t control my power
But, gods, how long I’ve waited just to see this very hour
It’s just as well I’m not the one who calls the storm of fire,
Or I would turn this battle plane into your funeral pyre

The priests all say I must not hate, but I will not pretend
I saw the wreck you made of her, my Herald and my friend
The scars you left in flesh and soul will be so slow to fade
Oh would I had your coward heart beneath my naked blade

I must control my rage or lose ability to plan
I must direct the fight from here, not charging in the van
As you will likewise do, no doubt, for all that you are cruel
And revel in shed blood and pain, I think you are no fool

But in the name of all the gods, you’re all that I despise
Who planned to take, by treachery, my kingdom as your prize
My throne, my child, my people – all you’ve plotted to despoil
By tricks that only miracles enabled us to foil

I must control my fury, or let slip all that I’ve sought
But vengeance would not be enough for all the grief you’ve wrought
Gods grant this day you fall beneath the steel of me and mine
And drink full deeply of defeat, that cold and bitter wine

My crown is on my brow, my naked blade within my hand
My army, like an eager hound, lies waiting my command
With how you tortured, killed, and lied revealed to them this day
By all the stars that ever shone, by all the gods known and unknown,
For Herald Kris, and my Queen’s Own – I swear that you will pay!