Fire Breaks the Throne

From the frozen edge of the endless tide. A blue lit

shadow begins to rise. Iron wrapped in winter's breath. The azure harbinger

speaks of death. Cannons thunder but ice stands tall. Steel finds no mark on a

frozen wall. The sea goes still, the winds all fall.

Waiting on the flame to answer the call. Cold will not bend to blade

or shell. No shock can break this frozen spell. There is

one truth the ocean knows. Ice will fall when the fire glows.

Bring the fire, light the sea. Melt the crown of eternity. Break the figurehead,