The Lament of Modernia - Part 2: The Last Dawn | Fantasy R. Music

The story behind this song: After the fall of Modernia, the land was almost swallowed by darkness. Demons walked unseen among mankind, guiding corrupted hearts deeper into cruelty, arrogance, and sin. The last gentle souls hid among ruins, still holding a faint spark of goodness, though they no longer knew whether Heaven would answer.

Then, at the final hour, the sky above Modernia opened.

Countless pillars of pure white light descended from Heaven, and within those beams stood holy angels who had endured countless trials. The wicked looked up, and in that moment, their laughter died. They suddenly understood that the day of judgment had arrived.

But Modernia was not split by sword, fire, or broken earth.

It was divided through space and time.

The same world was separated into two different timelines, two different realms of existence. In one timeline, the souls who still carried goodness were awakened beneath radiant light. They crawled from the ruins, weeping with gratitude, as the land was purified and reborn into a sacred age.

In the other timeline, the wicked remained in the dark version of Modernia — the world shaped by their own evil hearts. There, no dawn would rise. No holy light would return. That realm continued sinking into endless darkness, carrying with it those who had chosen cruelty, corruption, and unforgivable sin.

Thus, every soul entered the space-time that matched its own heart.

When the judgment was complete, the angels returned to Heaven. And in the bright timeline, Modernia opened its eyes beneath holy fire, no longer as a fallen world, but as a newborn land of light.

[Verse 1]
I saw the night above Modernia,
Heavy as a dying crown.
Every tower held its silence,
Every street was broken down.
In the ruins, few were breathing,
Hidden where the shadows passed.
Small and weak, but still believing
That the light would come at last.

[Verse 2]
Then the sky began to tremble,
Not with thunder, not with rain.
Like a veil of ancient sorrow
Being torn away from pain.
One by one, the clouds were opened,
White fire poured through every scar.
And the wicked raised their faces
To the judgment of the stars.

[Pre-Chorus]
Then their laughter turned to silence,
Then their pride became their fear.
For the souls that mocked the heavens
Knew the final hour was near.

[Chorus]
Look to the sky,
The heavens are opening.
Look to the sky,
The light is descending.
No more shadow,
No more disguise.
Truth has awakened
The earth and skies.

Look to the sky,
The final dawn is breaking.
Look to the sky,
The old world is shaking.
Every heart now
Shall be shown,
Every seed shall meet
Its own.

[Verse 3]
Countless pillars fell from Heaven,
Pure and white beyond the sun.
In the light stood holy angels,
Tempered by the trials they’d won.
Not with hatred, not with madness,
Not with rage upon their face.
But with calm and sacred sorrow,
Bearing Heaven’s final grace.

[Verse 4]
Then the world was not divided
By a sword or broken land.
It was parted by the choices
Every soul had made by hand.
Those who guarded gentle embers
In the ashes of the night,
Found themselves beneath a morning
Overflowing endless light.

[Chorus]
Look to the sky,
The heavens are opening.
Look to the sky,
The light is descending.
No more shadow,
No more disguise.
Truth has awakened
The earth and skies.

Look to the sky,
The final dawn is breaking.
Look to the sky,
The old world is shaking.
Every heart now
Shall be shown,
Every seed shall meet
Its own.

[Bridge]
Sanctus, sanctus, voices rise,
White light burns through broken skies.
Lux aeterna, pure and bright,
Lead the faithful into light.
The good came crawling from the stone,
Weeping, trembling, not alone.
They raised their hands, they bowed and cried,
(Thank the heavens, we survived)

[Final Chorus]
Look to the sky,
The heavens have spoken.
Look to the sky,
The dark has been broken.
No more chains,
No more lies.
Morning is born
Where the old world dies.

Look to the sky,
The angels are rising.
Look to the sky,
The new sun is shining.
Those who kept
The sacred flame
Walk into the dawn
Again.

Modernia, washed by holy fire,
Rises from the dust higher.
The fallen age has passed away,
A sacred world begins today.

[Outro]
The angels rose beyond the light,
And Modernia woke in white.