King turned
Broken sword
A great evil
It must be burned
This thing
A token
Things to come
This ring…
Friends go
As one
Some die
Some don't know
Rushing tide
Dark forest
Things in shadow
Run and hide
Promise to last
One gives
Two hearts
Held fast
Marble arch
Mammoth pillars
Cold stone
Footsteps march
In dull procession
Drums roll
Hearts beat
In restless tension
The ring of fate
The cries
Of those
Who have to wait
The road goes on
Plans made
Unafraid
Swords are drawn
Silent sounds
Echoes of words
No-one can hear
Fear abounds
A king bears
A quiet strength
A maiden's heart
Bravely tears
Quiet halls
Empty of life
Arrows fly
A hero falls
Doors tumble
Men flee
Babes cry
Walls crumble
Can there be no light
Creatures wild
A shriek
In the night
Unknown fears
Screams so loud
Threads of hope
Bitter tears