The Spell Weavers of the Dawn

Описание: The Spell Weavers of the Dawn

There’s a whisper tonight
In the halls of the old mountain kingdoms,
And it drifts through the stone
Like a tale that the ages remember.
Math is watching the stars
For the turn of a secret unspoken,
While the world holds its breath
For a power that’s waiting to waken.

There’s a light in the trees,
Like a flame that is finding its meaning,
And a voice in the wind
Tells of shadows that quietly gather.
Yet the king in the dusk
Feels the rise of a fate slowly stirring—
Every truth in the dark
Is a spell that his hands can uncover.

Oh, the night begins to tremble,
Oh, the veil begins to fall…

And Math is the fire
In the heart of the turning world.
Through sorrow and silence
He carries the unseen word.
In the calm of the dawning
His magic will rise once more—
Math, the Weaver of Echoes,
Opens the hidden door.

There are paths made of gold
Where the footsteps of destiny wander,
And the stories of old
Are reborn in the breath of the morning.
With a whisper of leaves
Comes the peace that the night had forgotten,
And the kingdom anew
Feels the light of its guardian calling.

Oh, the night has lost its shadow,
Oh, the truth begins to rise…

And Math is the fire
In the heart of the turning world.
Through sorrow and silence
He carries the unseen word.
In the calm of the dawning
His magic will rise once more—
Math, the Weaver of Echoes,
Opens the hidden door.

And the daylight is falling softly
On the throne of the ancient land…
For the wisdom of kings
Will return on the wind,
When Math lifts his shining hand.