We sat at the feet of the morning
Kissing the glory of the dawn
Eerie clouds in colours of victory
Assurance of power in the airs
Welcoming us to glory in splendor.

Tell us not that the party is done
As darkness knocking steely
Vowing to swallow the morning
But in this enterprise, we know
The light'll outwit the dark.

Time, iconic and iconoclastic force
Raging to devour all oppositions
Defying their force of gravity
To bring them to routing defeat!