"I am the bone of my sword.
Steel is my body, and fire is my blood.
I have created over a thousand blades.
Unknown to death.
Nor known to life.
Have withstood pain to create many weapons.
Yet, those hands will never hold anything.
So as I pray, "
鈥淚n Dreams鈥�
When the cold of Winter comes,
Starless night will cover day
In the veiling of the sun, We will walk in bitter rain
But in dreams, I can hear your name
And in dreams, We will meet again
When the seas and Mountains fall, And we come to end of days
In the dark I hear a call, Calling me there
I will go there, And back again
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