Lyric

Before the frozen dragon's grave, she knelt in sable snow

A saintess robed in ashen white, with candlelight for tears

The abbey bells were cold and low above the shattered vale

For he who saved their mortal dawn lay nameless under ice

The lords had called him beast and bane, and sealed his heart in stone

Yet olden songs beneath the crypt still praised his wings of light

She read the runes with trembling hands and knew their gilded sin

Then grief became a burning oath within her maiden breast

By the frozen dragon's grave I swear the dawn shall rise

Though winter bind my blood and break my voice in twain

I shall not let thy hallowed name lie buried under lies

O noble wyrm of silver fire, awake within my cry

If heaven crowns the faithless, then my tears shall turn to flame

I lift this vow through bitter snow until the stars reply

By the frozen dragon's grave I swear the dawn shall rise

She crossed the cloistered field at night where spears of rime were born

The chapel saints looked down in gold, but none would meet her eyes

A single scale beneath the frost still glimmered warm and red

As though his ancient heart yet beat for those who cursed his name

The widows came with lanterns dim and children wrapped in wool

They heard her song among the drifts and wept without a word

She bade them keep one ember close when tyrant bells should ring

For mercy slain beneath the ice would rise as morning fire

By the frozen dragon's grave I swear the dawn shall rise

Though sorrow rend my soul and leave my hands so pale

I shall not bow to hollow thrones that sanctify their lies

O noble wyrm of silver fire, breathe within my cry

If all my days must vanish, then let one true flame remain

I lift this vow through bitter snow until the heavens break

By the frozen dragon's grave I swear the dawn shall rise

I am but dust before the frost, yet love hath made me steel

No crown, no creed, no fear of death shall bid my heart be still

Let my frail breath become the horn that wakes thy buried light

And let my tears anoint the path where morning shall begin

By the frozen dragon's grave behold, the dawn begins to rise

The saintess lifts her burning vow above the weeping plain

The ice is rent, the abbey shakes, the ancient wings unfold

O noble wyrm of silver fire, bear her prayer on high

Her sorrow turns to crimson light, her grief to sacred flame

No lie can chain the mercy that was branded beast and bane

While frozen serfs and orphaned hearts behold the blessed flame

Let every vale remember how her broken heart defied the cold

By the frozen dragon's grave she gave her life, and dawn became her name