That in times of Darkness
In which the Raven's death
A bone-white hand caused,
The Dragon shall come again
And His breath shall scour the world.
His birthright shall be claimed
From the jaws of Demons,
From the Dragon-Beast
Shall the Dragon-Man take life,
Again, as before, ever as always,
Time is the river without end.
Forges rekindled, Halls reclaimed,
Streams of Silver run again,
Our blood and life.
Dragon-Child, born from father's crown,
Breaks the world
And reshapes it in his image.
Know thou the signs of His coming
Mountain's mouth shall spew forth
Childer of darkness, multitudes untold
Unto the lands of Men.
Eagle, Serpent, Boar shall fall
Hunted and crushed beneath Death's feet.
Thou shalt know Him by His blade
Crafted by Ancients long past;
Golden-bright, silver-shining
Blade of legend, Name of Power.
From the fires of Time
A forge of strength and eldritch metal.
In times of Darkness, in the Dragon's wake
Mountain, Forest, Plains united
Shall stand before the black tide
And will be found wanting.
Only in the Dragon's wings will they find victory.
The Dragon, crowned by mountains
King and Usurper alike
Prince and subject to all.
His reign shall be fire, His uniform black with ash
Sunset gold on His blade.
Screams of the Dead, Death in multitudes His companion
Walking with Light.
His shield defends the wicked, the righteous perish in flame.
The Book shall be opened
He names the slain within it.
Mountain mouths open from jaws of fire
The land will be made black and Death walks unhindered.
Shattered crowns, He shall destroy Time.
Water bends to His will
Flame follows in His wake
Air in His breath and Voice
And the Earth responds to His call.