Throne Of Bones

["The momentous call of the Century Horn touched upon

every ear of all men and beast of the Realms. Even into

the Royal Hall of the Great Tower of Westmar its sound

pierced, forming a poignant counterpoint to the King's

already troubled thoughts"]

Last night I dreamt in a fever

My deeds formed a prison of stone

And to me now this golden throne

seems made of bone

I gazed upon armies in silver

Clashing with beasts from the sky

And I wept with a sigh

- yet I know

The dragon's son must die

Sshe'll return to me

That I know, I've seen her in my dreams

The old gods, they spoke to me;

"Slay them all, and we shall set her free!"

To light up my life, and keep me from harm