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In the heart of the mountain

where fire still sleeps

Lies a sword forged in silence

in shadows so deep

With a whisper,

it calls to the bold,

it calls to the brave

Promising power

a hundred-year reign

past the edge of the grave.

Raise the blade

and time will bend

A hundred years

no crown shall end

Blood may dry

and stone may crack

But the bearer rules

as time turns back

Oh, the throne is cold

The cost unknown

But all bow down

to the sword alone

The Century sword!

Kings fell screaming

and queens (were) drawn to war

Empires shattered by the steel

Reign from fire, forevermore!

Buried beneath the obsidian throne

A blade sleeps in silence

untouched and alone

Carved with ruins of eternal command

It waits for a queen

with blood-stained hands

The stars aligned

the price was paid

A soul in chains for the power it gave

No death, no age, no mortal fear

The sword shall crown

the last queen here

The world will burn

the stars will fade

Empires fall,

and Kings go mad

to serve the blade!

Raise the blade…

and time will bend

A hundred years

no crown shall end

Blood may dry

and stone may crack

But the bearer rules

as time turns back

Oh, the throne is cold

The cost unknown

But all bow down

to the sword alone

The Century sword!