The world is a ruin Broken swords Ash and bone Is there nothing to believe in Fallen heroes A burning throne The world is changing In tales we keep writing Will we find a new beginning? Free of war? Free of games? For no one will sit On the Iron throne The dragon was vanquished In her madness With steel and snow We look to tomorrow Beyond sorrow And crumbling halls We expand our horizons Beyond maps And beyond walls The world is ageing And cities are rebuilding For Winter is ending There’s a promise Of Spring And no one will sit On the Iron throne Our Kings will be chosen Like Bran the Broken The boy who lived To break the wheel To break the wheel On the eastern horizon Flies her dragon Out of sight For nothing remains Of the Iron Throne A relic of ruin Of human undoing Won’t be the last Won't be the last