[Part I: the Sleepers Beneath (the Prophecy)]    As clouds descend from evening skies  And the day entwines with night  The wind whispers a lullaby  Once forgotten in time    The song of this timeless wind  Was once buried deep  But now it has risen from beneath  From where Twilight's Angels sleep    The Abominations of Evenfall  Lie awaiting the sign;  A prophetic son, yet not born,  In the womb awaiting his time    The child he shall be born tonight,  Unaware of his might divine  For he may be a guide to light  Or call the beasts beyond night    It is said that if the child's alive  There will be no night  No disease shall steal a life  And grief turns to delight    It is said that if the child's alive,  There will be no nightmares  The horrors of the evenfall  Shall burn away like flares