The Time of Axe and Sword Is Now

The last rose of Cintra Has blood upon her thorns A forgotten tale of Elder Blood And all things past reborn Swirling spheres of otherness Of hope and doom forlorn Her path could lead to happiness Or the end of times for all Ghosts of futures falling Have saddled up to ride Seeking the Lion Cub of Cintra Last living of her pride And every hand will reach for The power that lies untold The time of axe and sword is nigh Blood-red seeds of war are sown