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
He'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.