Old Season The Sky Burns
The sky burns
As I sit upon this hill
My kingdom stretches far before me
The horizon darkens with menacing skies
I'm fearing torment for my people
As was foretold
This pestilence will bring tears
Tears of woe, tears funereal
Who am I to dominate fate
Draconian days are nigh
As was foretold
This pestilence will bring tears
Tears of woe, tears funereal
Who am I to dominate fate
Draconian days are nigh
The heavens explode with a thunderous roar
Like hail, the fires surge to the earth
With soil ablaze, homes fall to ruin
My domains vestige is but a lake of fire
As I gaze upon all that was mighty
Consumed by flames
My kinsmen laid to rest
With nothing left I bow my head
I await my own solitary demise
As was foretold
This pestilence will bring tears
Tears of woe, tears funereal
Who am I to dominate fate
Draconian days are now
