[Music: Holmlid, Mörck; Lyrics: Mörck]

["The momentous call of the Century Horn touched upon every ear of all men and beast of the Realms. Even into the Royal Hall of the Great Tower of Westmar its sound pierced, forming a poignant counterpoint to the King's already troubled thoughts"]

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

 Sshe'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