The Time Of Axe And Sword Is Now

The last rose of Cintra
Has blood upon her thorns
A forgotten tale of Elder Blood
And all things past reborn

Swirling spheres of otherness
Of hope and doom forlorn
Her path could lead to happiness
Or the end of times for all

Ghosts of futures falling
Have saddled up to ride
Seeking the Lion Cub of Cintra
Last living of her pride

And every hand will reach for
The power that lies untold
The time of axe and sword is nigh
Blood-red seeds of war are sown