[Intro: The sound of a cold wind blowing over desolate plains. A lone, haunting tin whistle plays a simple, sorrowful melody. A gentle acoustic guitar and a soft bodhrán beat fade in.] [Verse 1] When crowns were dust and dragons just a sigh And old forgotten kingdoms learned to die I was a blade for hire, a soul of rust and steel Living on a prayer that I had long since ceased to feel And then I found you on a broken, lonely road A tiny, perfect ember that against the darkness glowed The last of the Althariens, with eyes of frozen lakes And a pride that wouldn't shatter for a thousand bitter aches [Pre-Chorus] My hands were made for fighting, for the hilt and for the stone But you looked at me and for the first time... I was not alone. [Chorus: Explodes into a massive, cinematic folk-rock anthem. Full orchestra, drums, and choir.] They'll sing of fallen kingdoms, of battles fought and lost Of iron thrones and legacies that came at such a cost But the only song that matters is the one we leave behind: A weary, broken soldier... and a child he learned to find Just a weary knight and a flame that wouldn't die Became the truest legend underneath a burning sky! [Verse 2] We walked across the wreckage of a world of giants' bones Past cities filled with greedy men on their pathetic thrones And you, you taught me laughter in a tavern's golden light The simple, healing magic of a fire in the night And I became your shadow, your fortress, and your shield Against the hungry wolves that circled on our battlefield I gave you all the little that a broken man could give You gave me a new reason that I even want to live [Chorus: More powerful and emotional.] They'll sing of fallen kingdoms, of battles fought and lost Of iron thrones and legacies that came at such a cost But the only song that matters is the one we leave behind: A weary, broken soldier... and a child he learned to find Just a weary knight and a flame that wouldn't die Became the truest legend underneath a burning sky! [Bridge: All music cuts, leaving only a shimmering, ethereal cello and a raw, vulnerable vocal.] The years went by like river stones, they smoothed my ragged edge Upon the hills of your old home, I made a silent pledge My final battle wasn't won with fire or with blade... [The vocal breaks with emotion, a tearful whisper.] ...But in the quiet, simple home our two mismatched hands have made. [Final Chorus: The music crashes back in with overwhelming, beautiful, and triumphant force. The orchestra and choir are at their absolute peak.] THEY'LL SING OF FALLEN KINGDOMS, OF BATTLES FOUGHT AND LOST! OF IRON THRONES AND LEGACIES THAT CAME AT SUCH A COST! BUT THE ONLY SONG THAT MATTERS IS THE ONE WE LEAVE BEHIND! A FATHER WHO WAS RESCUED... AND THE DAUGHTER HE DID FIND! [Outro: The music deconstructs, leaving a powerful, soaring orchestral and choral arrangement that is pure, unfiltered hope.] (A final, soaring male vocal note is held over the orchestra.) [The final orchestral chord rings out, majestic and full of light, and then fades into the sound of the lone tin whistle from the intro, playing its hopeful, peaceful tune. The final sound is the gentle crackle of a warm fire. Silence.]
