|Lyrics © by Henrik ‘Zar’ Larsen Music © by Peter ‘Syrinx’ Andersen Originally created in 1988 as an instrumental – lyrics added in 2007 (but originally written in 1987/88)|
About waking up one winter morning (as originally written just after Christmas) and feeling blue. Inspired by my own mood on such a winter morning, back in 1987. Living in a provincial town with little industry, there was obviously no smog, but I did see a pair of swans pass me by, high above my head.Zar
Originally intended as an instrumental, but when searching for a name I came across an unused text “Chilling Dawn” and ended up with a melody! So now, 20 years later, an old song meets a just as old lyric – we even adapted the name for the ‘band’ Syrinx
Woke up in silence / after my nightmares Swallowed, the screams / that lived in the darkness Chilled to the bones / Felt nothing but weakness Cold as the corpse / the murderer’s leaving
Opened my eyes, / all bloodshot and aching (Felt) hardly alive / my hands were trembling Staggered outside / (on) a pale winter’s morning Painful to breathe / and the loneliness haunting
“For how long will you sleep? And hide in your dreams?
How much more can you take before you awake to the cold light of day This is your chilling dawn”
A couple of swans/ in flight from my city Out of the smog / and over the chimneys Nothing could ever / stop or divide them Leaving the grey world’s / troubles behind them