• ~From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
    A shadow from the light shall spring;
    Shattered shall be the blade that was broken,
    The king shall be an heir once upon Spring.

    All that is gold does not glitter,
    Not all those who wander are lost;
    The old that is strong does not wither,
    Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

    From the ashes of fire shall awaken,
    A light from the shadows shall spring;
    Renewed shall the blade that was broken,
    The grandest again shall be King.

    Beyond all lost hope,
    Beyond what lies ahead,
    Lies the blessed King's meadow,
    And all shall grow again.