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Crownless a king

Death in his eyes

Into the slaughter a single man rides

One battle left

All on the line

Here at the end under darkening skies

Arrows aflame

Bright as they fly

Blazing a trail through the enemy lines

Out of the fray

Drawing his blade

Facing the man he’s sworn to slay

One final lesson to apply

Death is a feather when it’s time to sheathe the blade

Once more the golden crane will fly

Duty a mountain

Time to face it unafraid

Will against will

Ancient blades clash

Steel meeting steel in a fast, frantic dance

Each perfect step

For this he trained

Scars from a lifetime becoming the blade

Bleeding and bruised

Breath running thin

Outclassed and tired but he’s not here to win

One final act

Risking it all

Two blows and both of them shall fall

One final lesson to apply

Death is a feather when it’s time to sheathe the blade

Once more the golden crane will fly

Duty a mountain

Time to face it unafraid

As the third age winds down

On the last battleground

Down where two bodies lie

One of them starts to rise

Inches from death but still

Breathing by force of will

Crownless a king he stands

Over a battered land

One more forsaken slain

Once more the golden crane

Flies on a rising wind

To be reborn again

Out of the darkest days

Promise of a coming dawn

Ready to wear the crown

Of a kingdom once thought gone

Clouds breaking overhead

To reveal the ancient sign

A symbol of light yet to shine

One final lesson to apply

Death is a feather when it’s time to sheathe the blade

Once more the golden crane will fly

Duty a mountain

Time to face it unafraid

One final lesson to apply

Death is a feather when it’s time to sheathe the blade

Once more the golden crane will fly

Duty a mountain

Time to face it unafraid