When she of snow and flame dances through dreams When the white knight’s heart strays to lost queens He is coming. He is coming. When the abyss opens, when the dead bow down The curse is come upon us, he will claim his crown The ravine calls its master up above He goes to tell lost souls he died for love He is coming. He is coming. The words run wild, escape if you can The pearl will be his or belong to no man His sword is ruin, his eyes are fire All the worlds are his empire. The child of gods is dead and grown He is coming, he is coming for his throne.
