Here we stand, on some lost and lonely shore 
All that's left to us, empty thrones and broken swords 
Shall we watch the sun throw itself into the sea? 
Shall we open our veins and bleed? 

Here we stand alone, empty days 
Here we stand alone, never saved 
See the world, watch her shake with rage 
At this mass of fools, who mock her holy stage 
She will spit them out like so much dust 
For this is the age of gold, not blood or love 

Here we stand alone, empty days 
Here we stand alone, never saved 

See the horseman ride in from the sea 
See the Wildhunt through the trees 
hand [bad word] down and tear out the last page 
The final act of the final age