Old Mornings Dawn
Summoning Lyrics


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The windy years have strewn down distant ways;
and in the halls still doth thy spirit sing
songs of old memory amid thy present tears,
or hope of days to come half sad with many fears.

Though along thy paths no longer runs
while war untimely takes thy many sons,
no tide of treason can thy glory drown
robed in sad majesty, the stars thy crown.
I am the blood!

Old mornings dawn,
i am not the light you see,
but only that which is falling on me.

The misty stars thy crown, the night thy dress,
most peerless magical thou dost possess my heart,




and old days come to life again,
old mornings dawn...

Overall Meaning

In these lyrics, Summoning is recalling a golden era of the past, and juxtaposing it with the uncertain present. The first stanza suggests a sense of nostalgia for old memories, while also acknowledging the current state of affairs - perhaps alluding to a time of war, which has seen many sons lost. Despite this, the glory of the past remains unyielding, and the stars continue to shine in the sky, as if to remind those below of the greatness that once was. The second stanza speaks more personally - the singer claims to be a part of this legacy, representing the blood of those who fought and died for their cause. The final lines offer a sense of hope, as the singer looks to the future with a renewed sense of possibility, and the idea of "old mornings dawn" serves as a reminder that, no matter how dark the current time may be, the sun will rise again.


Overall, these lyrics evoke a sense of longing for a time that has passed, while also recognizing the challenges of the present. They offer a reminder that, even in the face of adversity, there is always the possibility for change and renewal.


Line by Line Meaning

The windy years have strewn down distant ways;
The passing of time has taken us far from past experiences.


and in the halls still doth thy spirit sing
The memory of those experiences still resonates within us.


songs of old memory amid thy present tears,
Our current circumstances bring forth mixed emotions of joy and sorrow based on past experiences.


or hope of days to come half sad with many fears.
Anticipation of the future brings with it apprehension and uncertain expectation.


Though along thy paths no longer runs
The paths we have traveled are long gone.


while war untimely takes thy many sons,
Violent conflict robs us of our loved ones before their time.


no tide of treason can thy glory drown
The honor and respect we hold for past experiences cannot be taken away by any form of deception or betrayal.


robed in sad majesty, the stars thy crown.
Though we are somber, we remain dignified and hold on to the memory of our past achievements.


I am the blood!
Our essence is deeply rooted in these experiences, and they will forever be a part of us.


Old mornings dawn,
We reflect on the past and embrace its significance.


i am not the light you see,
We do not stand out but remain humble in our acknowledgment of the past.


but only that which is falling on me.
We receive the light of the past and allow it to shape us accordingly.


The misty stars thy crown, the night thy dress,
The mysterious nature of the past is what contributes to its enduring power.


most peerless magical thou dost possess my heart,
We are deeply moved and inspired by these memories.


and old days come to life again,
Our reflections allow us to relive the past and truly appreciate its significance.


old mornings dawn...
We are reminded of the power of the past and how it shapes us in the present.




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38:37 Of Pale White Morns And Darkened Eves
Here many days once gently past me crept
in this dear town of old forgetfulness;
here all entwined in dreams once long I slept
and heard no echo of the world's distress

For here the castle and the mighty tower,
more grey and dim than long cold autumn rain,
sleep, nor sunlit moment nor triumphal hour,
wakes their old lords too long in slumber lain.

Like moments clustered in a crowded year,
today's great sadness, or tomorrow's fear;
faint echoes fade within their drowsy halls
like ghost; the daylight creeps across their walls.

Jesus Christ, is that fucking song about depression or what? it speaks way too much to me rn



Muhammad Nusairat

Flammifer


Beneath the moon and under star 
he wandered far from northern strands, 
bewildered on enchanted ways 
beyond the days of mortal lands. 

Through evernight he back was borne 
on black and roaring waves that ran 
o’er leagues unlit and foundered shores 
that drownded before the days began. 

His sword of steel was valiant, 
of adamant his helmet tall, 
an eagle-plume upon his crest, 
upon his breast an emerald.


3. Old Mornings Dawn


The windy years have strewn down distant ways; 
and in the halls still doth thy spirit sing 
songs of old memory amid thy present tears, 
or hope of days to come half sad with many fears. 

Though along thy paths no longer runs 
while war untimely takes thy many sons, 
no tide of treason can thy glory drown 
robed in sad majesty, the stars thy crown. 
I am the blood! 

Old mornings dawn, 
i am not the light you see, 
but only that which is falling on me. 

The misty stars thy crown, the night thy dress, 
most peerless magical thou dost possess my heart, 
and old days come to life again, 
old mornings dawn...


4. The White Tower


While, i, look at the moon ... alone i look out under moonlight 
From in my windy tower ... from in my white and windy tower 
Ye bide no moment and await no hour, 
But go with solemn song and harpers tune 

Through the darkest night ... through darkest night and shadow seashores 
To the distant trees, the trees that brought the light to valar 
Whose fruit and flower are the moon and sun, 
Where light of earth is ended and begun. 

Here only comes at whiles a wind to blow 
Returning now down .... down the way ye go, 
With perfume place, and places of unearthly trees ... of unearthly trees 

Here only long ... afar through window pane 
I glimpse the sound of the golden rain 
that falls now down ... for ever on the outer seas ... on the outer seas. 

Ir in-elenath gwennin 
I' il thinna,i amar u-dartha 
Am man darthon, a linnon 
Nu galad hen fireb? 

(When the starry host has departed 
The star fades,the world does not wait 
Why do i linger and sing 
Under this fading mortal light?)


5. Caradhras


When winter winds are piercing chill, 
and through the hawthorn blows the gale, 
with solemn feet i tread the peak, 
that overbrows the mountains vale. 

Redhorn; my doom! 

Where twisted round the barren oak, 
the winter vine in beauty clung, 
and howling winds the stillness broke, 
the crystal icicle is hung. 

Redhorn; my doom! 

But still wild music is abroad, 
pale, desert woods! within your crowd; 
and gathering winds, in hoarse accord, 
amid the vocal reeds pipe loud. 

High upon the land, 
on the highest (mountain) peak i hear 
(the echoes of) the world profound.


6. Of Pale White Morns And Darkened Eves


Here many days once gently past me crept 
in this dear town of old forgetfulness; 
here all entwined in dreams once long i slept 
and heard no echo of the world’s distress 

For here the castle and the mighty tower, 
more grey and dim than long cold autumn rain, 
sleep, nor sunlit moment nor triumphal hour, 
wakes their old lords too long in slumber lain. 

Like moments clustered in a crowded year, 
today’s great sadness, or tomorrow’s fear; 
faint echoes fade within their drowsy halls 
like ghost; the daylight creeps across their walls.


7. The Wandering Fire


The wandering fire .... the fire woodlands filling; 
in glades for ever green it glows, 
In dells immortal immortal dew distilling 
The flower that in secret fragrance grows. 

Uncounted leagues away it lies from here, 
And foam there flowers ... there flowers upon the sea 
By cliffs of crystal ... of crystal carven clear 
On shining beaches ... beaches blowing free. 

Through the gleaming ... vales its singing going, 
Were breathing keen on bent and briar 
The wind beyond ... beyond the world's end blowing 
To living flame the wandering fire. 

Uncounted leagues away it lies from here, 
And foam there flowers ... there flowers upon the sea 
By cliffs of crystal ... of crystal carven clear 
On shining beaches ... beaches blowing free. 

The wandering fire .... the fire with tongues of flame 
With light there ... there kindles quick and clear 
The land forgotten ... of long forgotten name: 
No man may ever may ever anchor near


8. Earthshine


Heard you the sound ... the sound of the muffled drum 
And all the trumpets mournful blast 
They tell that the time ... that the combatant's time has come 
to all his dreams of glory past 

Sealed till the last ... the last deep trumpet shake, 
The earth with all its awful sound 
Then shall the dead ... the dead arousing, wake, 
While even nature sinks around! 

The mother weeps ... she weeps her beloved son, 
Who was her hope her joy her pride 
He was the one ... the widows only one 
For him she surely would have died 

Her pilgrimage is nearly past, 
her every earthly woe, 
like the ancient tree that falls at last 
when wintry tempests blow 

What marvel that she wildly cries 
For the grave its prey to yield? 
oh what avail are tears or sighs 
his earthly doom is seald. 

Don't grieve for me 
I'm not there 
I am the gentle autumn rain 
Hold up my lamp to light your way 
farewell to thee


9. The Darkening Of Valinor


[Special Edition Bonus Track]

Fair shall the end be!
We will never turn back from pursuit.
War shall he have and hatred undying.

We and we alone shall be lords of the unsullied Light, and masters of the bliss and beauty of Arda.

Fair shall the end be!
We will never turn back from pursuit.
War shall he have and hatred undying.


10. With Fire And Sword


[Special Edition Bonus Track]

Only the weak believe,
that what they do in battle,
is who the are as men

Far in the north neath hills of stone
in caverns black there was a throne,
by flame encircled there the smoke
in coiling collumns rose to choke.

Slowly his shadow like a cloud
rode from the north and on the proud
that would not yield his vengance fell;
to death or thraldom under hell

With fire and sword his ruin red
and all that would not bow the head
like lightning fell the northern land
lay groaning neath his ghastly hand.



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Gorlung

AUTUMN! The time has come to listen to Summoning!

The Luc1f3r

yeah, autumn depressions incoming

Sebastian

I'm cracking it open - mid winter. -40c outside. Bleak

S. R.

Every day of every season is good to listen summoning 🖤

Mari Sinclair

Autumn in Austria to be exact. I was there, listening to Summoning all the way.

Carly Karvalho

To mine in all the fuck year lol lol

khold 75

One of favourite and best albums of all time 🤘🔥🎶🎵🖤🎩🥂. What a masterpiece!!! 👏👏👏🤘🔥🕯🕯🎶🎵🖤🎩🥂

hyperionsweofficial

Very few bands stay true to their original musical roots and still manage to make high quality music say 15 + years have passed. Summoning is a good example of that kind of band indeed.

T 4.2

ROOT also does this.

Yasodhara Gautama

Well observed. Many banda loose their quality through the years.

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