Song of the Winter Storms

When light rushes, when wood sings,
When more hurt than good love brings,
When breath freezes hard as stone,
When you find you're all alone,

When the heroes are in hiding,
And every villain bent on finding
A cure to Death's unending curse,
Unless Death should find them first,

When fires burning black in winter
Cause the flawless stone to splinter,
The undying prince of dark will fall
And only one will hear his call.

Gentle, though a lion at heart,
When Braveheart born, the spring will start.
Snow to water, frost to dew,
Braveheart's name the world renew.

While earth is warming, it will thrive,
Braveheart growing, strong, alive;
Soon, she'll make a desperate vow,
But everything is good and well, for now.

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