Black Dawn - Sol Invictus

Written by：Tony Wakeford

A black dawn for a black day

We have dug all our graves

All we had we have lost

Go the sun come the frost

Kill the field and kill the corn

Kill our children before they're born

Wake the heavens and raise the scythe

As the hunt goes riding by

With the tick of the clock

With the tick of the clock

But now the ticking's stopped

But now the ticking's stopped

With the setting of the sun

With the setting of the sun

Comes the beating of the drum

Comes the beating of the drum

Everything we love has gone

Killed the forest killers the farm

All we had we have lost

Go the sun come the frost

Kill the field and kill the corn

Kill our children before they're born

Wake the heavens and raise the scythe

As the wild hunt comes by

With the tick of the clock

With the tick of the clock

But now the ticking's stopped

But now the ticking's stopped

With the setting of the sun

With the setting of the sun

Comes the beating of the drum

Everything we have gone

With the tick of the clock

With the tick of the clock

But now the ticking's stopped

But now the ticking's stopped

With the setting of the sun

With the setting of the sun

Comes the beating of the drum

Everything we have gone