The Last Rose of Cintra

The last rose of Cintra Has blood upon her thorns A forgotten tale of Elder Blood And all futures 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 ax and sword is night Blood-red seeds of war are down So seek ye now the White Wolf He'll stay their wicked hand A steel and silver burning heart To guide through darkened lands Your future lies unspoken In timeless emerald eyes A world may burn as pages turn Or a savior may arise!