Kingsword

The Kingsword will stand
 The Kingsword will stand
 The Kingsword will stand in its scabbard of granite
 The quicksilver forged in the pools of the sky
 A rumour explained by the one who began it,
 A boy's hand will grasp it, a man's raise it high
 Son of the Dragon, of night and the slaughter.
 Whose wisdom his unshaven youth will belie
 Will wake from her slumber the lake's only daughter
 To answer the calling she cannot deny.
 The Kingsword will stand in its scabbard of granite
 The quicksilver forged in the pools of the sky
 A rumour explained by the one who began it,
 A boy's hand will grasp it, a man's raise it high
 Wrought by a queen for the hand of the chosen
 From fish scale and currents and winter's reply
 Brought from the deep by a prophet who knows
 In the arms of the water again it will lie
 The Kingsword will stand in its scabbard of granite
 The quicksilver forged in the pools of the sky
 A rumour explained by the one who began it,
 A boy's hand will grasp it, a man's raise it high
 The Kingsword will stand
 The Kingsword will stand
 The Kingsword will stand
 The Kingsword will stand
 The Kingsword will stand in its scabbard of granite
 The quicksilver forged in the pools of the sky
 A rumour explained by the one who began it,
 A boy's hand will grasp it, a man's raise it high
 The Kingsword will stand in its scabbard of granite
 The quicksilver forged in the pools of the sky
 A rumour explained by the one who began it,
 A boy's hand will grasp it, a man's raise it high