When the day breaks
The dawn will be ousted out of power
The dew of the morning shall dry the land
But the kingdom of the noon shall prevail.
The beasts will hide from his booming brightness
He shall stand as the son of the sun
But the dusk will wrest power from him
And the kingdom of darkness will shine as light.
Unfortunately, the night will be afraid of the dark
And he will call the moon to aid his cause
For the cold heat of his era will haunt his sleep.
Little by little, line by line
The day that was broke will stand healthy
The day that was broke will soon be wealthy
He shall smear his fortress on the mountains of the air.
But you know what?
The day is careless
He will break again
And the rivalry will continue.