Outwards, out and in

Baerleon is past the rise
Little mudball, full of flies.
Farther on, the Mounts of Mist
Where gold and man have made their tryst.
My bed tonight, some royal thorns
A pile of hay in a farmer's barn

A dip towards the Four Kings
Where once the Dragon called lightning
Bold his hand, wild his mind
The Dragon rides on the Winds of Time

Moving onward, moving out
The Dragon's come
screams and shouts

On to Andor, on to Tear!
The Dragon moves, the nobles fear.
Stone stands shut and bars its gates
The Dragon simply apperates!

Moving onward, moving out
The Dragon's come
screams and shouts
Echo outward, echo in
Flattens monarchs, kills the kings

Asha'men scorch the earth
We charge the lines, the banners soar
Beasts we slay, both men and more
But for tonight, a hay filled floor…