Throne Of Bones
Elias Holmlid / Olof Mörck
Last night i dreamt in a fever
My deeds formed a prison of stone
And to me now this golden throne
Seems made of bone
I gazed upon armies in silver
Clashing with beasts from the sky
And i wept with a sigh
- yet i know
The dragon's son must die
Sshe'll return to me
That i know, i've seen her in my dreams
The old gods, they spoke to me;
"slay them all, and we shall set her free!"
To light up my life, and keep me from harm