Text: Cauldron Born. ...and Rome Shall Fall. Dragon Throne.

When omens of all portant come to be
and the ancient ones rise up from the sea
and the winged one comes forth from the moon

The one will appear whose heart knows no fear
When those who dream in Ryleh draw near
Bringing forth their mockery of flesh and our doom

A King of Kings, the druid he brings
To test his soul in the fire that sings
A dragon's song from an age that fell to dust

He holds the