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 axe and sword is nigh

Blood-red seeds of war are sown

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 saviour may arise!