[Verse I]
Before the stars had learned to speak,
Before the moon carved silver on the void,
They rose—
Born from the breath of the First Dawn,
Children woven from light that never fades.
Their footsteps painted halos on the dust of sleeping worlds,
Their voices stirred the oceans into awakening.
In the silence between galaxies,
They built kingdoms made of radiance,
Where shadows bowed and time itself held its breath.
[Verse II]
They swore an oath beneath the newborn sun:
“To hold the dawn,
To guard the fragile flame of life,
To burn gently upon every drifting soul.”
Their crowns glowed like newborn stars,
Their hearts forged in the furnace of eternity.
No sword could dim them,
No night could swallow them,
For they were the Light’s first children—
Carriers of the celestial flame.
[Chorus]
They walk where the heavens tremble,
The Children of the First Dawn,
Bright as a promise carved in infinity.
Their names echo through the luminous ages,
Whispered by dying suns,
Carried by wandering comets,
Sung in the breath of the last ember.
And though kingdoms fall,
And galaxies grow old—
The Light remembers.
The Light remembers.
[Verse III]
But night is a patient beast.
It watched from beyond the veil,
Silent… waiting…
Until it learned envy
And carved itself into form.
Shadows rose in storms of blackened flame,
Challenging the children of radiance.
The cosmos shook with the clash—
Light against hunger,
Dawn against endless void.
And stars wept in white fire.
[Bridge]
One by one, the children dimmed—
Not fallen,
But given—
Their brilliance sacrificed
To reignite the dying corners of creation.
They faded like memories of summer,
Yet every spark they surrendered
Bloomed into a newborn star.
Even in defeat, they birthed constellations.
[Chorus II]
Raise your eyes, traveler,
To the fields of silver burning above.
Every star is a testament:
A child of light who refused to fade.
Their radiance threads through time,
Through you, through me—
Through every soul that still chooses to rise
Against the cold.
The Light remembers their courage.
Let us remember too.
[Final Verse]
When the last night falls
And the sky grows quiet,
Their echoes shall gather—
A thousand forgotten stars
Calling the dawn back home.
And once more
The Children of Light shall rise,
Not as myths,
But as the fire that ends the darkness
Forever.
[Outro]
“Where light is born,
We are never truly lost.”
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