Wrong will be right, when Aslan comes in sight,
At the sound of his roar, sorrows be no more,
When he bares his teeth, winter meets its death,
And when He shakes his mane, we shall have spring again
When Adam's flesh and Adam's bone
Sits at Cair Paravel in throne,
The evil time will be over and done
With Adam's flesh and bone
Be a girl born of Aslan's blood and might
She comes to free her home from dark winter's night
Hand of Adam's flesh she holds
She be Narnia's light
Bringing a new age
As foretold
These are the great prophecys of Narnia. Two are destined to happen. But the third relies on this Light of Narnia and her father...