The Last Rose of Cintra lyrics

The last rose of Cintra

Has blood upon her thorns.

A forgotten tale of Elder Blood,

And all futures past reborn.

Swirling spheres of otherness

Of hope and doom forlorn.

Her path could lead to happiness

Or the end of times for all.

Ghosts of futures falling

Have saddled up to ride,

Seeking the Lion Cub of Cintra

Last living of her pride.

And every hand will reach for

The power that lies untold,

The time of ax and sword is nigh

Blood-red seeds of war are sown.

So seek ye now the White Wolf

He'll stay their wicked hand

A steel and silver burning heart

To guide through darkened lands.

Your future lies unspoken

In timeless emerald eyes

A world may burn as pages turn

Or a savior may arise!