The Cold Sword

A name is called and I'm thrown into a world draped in ice
The Frozen Keep is my dominion?
The Champion's fate, to wake in worlds anew.

The Southern Ice, the white unbroken
The cardinal red sun is dying
To Rowenarc, the obsidian citadel.

"The hilt of the sword and the hand are as one"
The chalice screams, and demands of me what I loathe
"The blade of the sword has the blood of the Sun"
Pawn of Fate, your glory and doom are one.

A maddened king will lead his men to ruin, the warriors of silver are caught
For their queen, they'll battle, but they've no hope from The Black Sword.

Always a price, always a burden
The balance right, the chalice now full
Many names, Fate's Soldier, I will find Tanelorn!

"The hilt of the sword and the hand are as one"
The chalice screams, and demands of me what I loathe
"The blade of the sword has the blood of the Sun"
Pawn of Fate, your glory and doom are one.

From the fallen Moon they will ride
Under the blade the queen she will die
From the Scarlet Fjord they will ride
Under the blade the queen she will die
The fief of the sword is your life.