When Bervinig Falls

Seven shadows round the throne, Seven voices not his own, Oaths once sworn now fade to grey, In the cold they slip away. fade away… fade away… Fire burns but gives no heat, Empty words in every seat, All the halls grow thin and small, Waiting for the final call. Old king breathes… but winter calls, All things break when Bervinig falls… no heir… no name… no crown… no flame… No name spoken… none to rise… Only silence wearing crowns of lies… Seven jarls will take it all, Piece by piece the kingdom falls… falls… falls… Nothing stands when kings grow small… Harbor lights on frozen seas, Gold still moves with practiced ease, But beneath the quiet trade, Every pact has long decayed. decay… betray… decay… betray… Steel is drawn behind the smile, Alliances that last a while, Every hand that swears to stand, Holds a dagger out of hand. Who will rise… who will kneel… Who will break… who will steal… In the dark the truth is clear— There is no one left to fear… Old king breathes… but winter calls… All things break when Bervinig falls… no heir… no throne… all alone… No heir waiting… none to save… Only echoes in a frozen grave… Seven jarls will tear it all, Crown and kingdom, stone and wall… fall… fall… fall… Nothing lives… when kings grow small…