By the fire yet unlit, in the hall not yet raised Lies the tale unwritten, in future haze Not of loss nor shadow, nor the dust of the past But the dawn that breaks when the die is cast The die is cast! The die is cast! The spear shall rise in a stranger’s hand And feet will tread the forgotten land From ash and ruin, from blood and bone A crown shall gleam where weeds have grown Have grown! Have grown! The sea will part for the brave and true And stars will fall where fate breaks through Old gods may whisper, or none at all But hearts will thunder at destiny's call Will thunder at destiny's call! A child will sing where none yet cry And blackened banners will burn in the sky The wheel will turn, the fire will start Not from the mind, but the blazing heart So raise the horn to what shall be To storm-sent sails and the growing tree For though we know not how nor when What will come shall come again And again! And again! And again!