The Chronicles

It is final

She has spoken

At her feet the brave lie broken

She’s the white witch

Wicked sorceress

Evil incarnate, remorseless

In this nightmare

Bleak and dark days

Turn to countless years of heartbreak

There are whispers

Of a dawning

Such a day to raise the fallen

Heed my warning

Freedom’s calling

We endure this

Endless winter

Pray the glass-like ice will splinter

We abhor this

Pain and torture

Curse the twisted bane that bore her

Hell on earth, through

Fire and water

We appease the devil’s daughter

Once this land lay

Green before her

Long ago, then came the slaughter

Heed my warning

Freedom’s calling

Defiant, bewitched, let the storm roll

Destiny crossed, we’re the last

We’re the mythical

The lion, the witch and the wardrobe

Testimony to the madness

We’re miracle bound

It must end now

Through this portal

Of disorder

Human exiles deign toward her

She could die here

And she knows it

Yet the prophecy controls it

Sons and daughters

Charted courses

Wards of Aslan fated forces

At the borders

Like marauders

To restore through rage to order

Heed my warning

Freedom’s calling

Defiant, bewitched, let the storm roll

Destiny crossed, we’re the last

We’re the mythical

The lion, the witch and the wardrobe

Testimony to the madness

We’re miracle bound

It must end now

Defiant, bewitched, let the storm roll

Destiny crossed, we’re the last

We’re the mythical

The lion, the witch and the wardrobe

Testimony to the madness

Defiant, bewitched, let the storm roll

Destiny crossed, we’re the last

We’re the mythical

The lion, the witch and the wardrobe

Testimony to the madness

Defiant, bewitched, let the storm roll

Destiny crossed, we’re the last

We’re the mythical

The lion, the witch and the wardrobe

Testimony to the madness

We’re miracle bound

It must end now