The night is long, new daylight far

and up above gold ash of kin

still falling down, reminding me

I have just one more song to sing.

My throat so sore, a whisper hurts

yet whispers failed, a breeze in time

the war requires a deafening roar

and soldiers usually fall in line.

A song, a roar, a truth is all

To end the hate, prevent a reign

of one who values what is right

with purest heart, yet quite insane.

To save Avyaal, to save myself

a choice, no choice, grows heavier

this truth will end the war and yet

it also kills the messenger.

A loving soul, a shadow-soul

an echo throughout time I've been

a ghost, that fades before the light

unwilling to still cling to night.

To finally rest, to finally win

there's one more song I have to sing.