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 up at armies in silver
Clashing with beasts from the sky
And I wept with a sigh yet I know
The dragon's son must die
He'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
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