Sense the embers dying Asleep beneath the skies Awakened from the frost setting in As the planets realign Cast into the open We'll find our way As leaves upon the water Only the tide can rearrange Returning to the winter No shelter for the sworn Erecting wooden crosses to the judged Awaiting the arrival of the storm There's a writing at the scepter Bloody serpents at the throne When the wicked are the chosen We must break all of our oaths