The Conqueror's Song
Words I speak,
Words of truth,
Words of wonder for the world.
Watch the northern forests now,
As dark turns into day.
The world spins,
And falls against itself…
And from the darkness comes a light,
From the darkness comes a light,
The Conqueror will come.
Now he rides to the ancient isle,
Bold of heart and true;
Now he breaks the dark one’s power,
And rises from the gloom.
Hearken now, my lordly friends,
And watch until he comes—
The blade is yours,
To become his,
And then, to be the world’s.