Last prophecy

Beneath the roots of time Where no sun dares to climb A sleeping voice lies bound In cold and holy ground You came with one blind eye With ravens in the sky You walked through smoke and stone To stand before my throne You broke the runes of sleep You called me from the deep You asked to know the thread That binds the living and the dead Her voice unveils the end No future left to mend You asked for truth, not grace Now doom wears your own face I saw the first bright spark The fire that split the dark From ice and burning breath The world awoke from death I watched the giants rise Heard first war’s battle cries I saw the oaths gods swore Then broke like waves on shore You seek the tales I keep The wounds that never sleep But every truth you take Becomes the crack that worlds will break Her voice unveils the end No future left to mend You asked for truth, not grace Now doom wears your own face You wanted fate laid bare! Now carry what you bear! The end you came to see Is carved in you and me! No crown escapes this fire! No god outlives desire! The worlds you ruled in pride Will burn from deep inside! Her voice unveils the end No future left to mend You asked for truth, not grace Now doom wears your own face