By the fire yet unlit, in the hall not yet raised
Lies the tale unwritten, in future haze
Not of loss nor shadow, nor the dust of the past
But the dawn that breaks when the die is cast
The die is cast!
The die is cast!
The spear shall rise in a stranger’s hand
And feet will tread the forgotten land
From ash and ruin, from blood and bone
A crown shall gleam where weeds have grown
Have grown!
Have grown!
The sea will part for the brave and true
And stars will fall where fate breaks through
Old gods may whisper, or none at all
But hearts will thunder at destiny's call
Will thunder at destiny's call!
A child will sing where none yet cry
And blackened banners will burn in the sky
The wheel will turn, the fire will start
Not from the mind, but the blazing heart
So raise the horn to what shall be
To storm-sent sails and the growing tree
For though we know not how nor when
What will come shall come again
And again!
And again!
And again!
