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The Fifth Season (Heir Apparent)

I looked unto the Old One, in the Sacred Halls I found him there amidst his grief, and crumbling walls The tears that lined his face Told the tale he tried to hide Of castles made of sand, and of the tide A whisper through his sobs I heard him softly say "My kingdom for a wise man: yesterday" "No one can save us, no one can stop the end" Not all the king's horses, or all your amen's: There's no disarming, no forewarning Morning is over - forever burns the night Time's forever fused with the night The passions of men -in a flash Put an end to the light No one can save us now Nothing can stop the end Not all the king's horses, or all your amen's No disarming, no forewarning Morning is over- forever burns the night Time's forever fused with the night The passions of men -in a flash Put an end to the light Shadows seething - darkness fills the sky Ashes wreathing - fire burning on high Suffocation - the light all gone away In the end - no final words to say