lakes of ice, winds of fire
eyes of knowing and burning desire
the tiger of power and dear of fight
the endless running into the night
never waking, never sleeping
never loving, never dreaming
it only takes one to starta war
and soon one turns into four
so who is the fourth we wish to bear
is it a boy or is it a mare
the child of pain and bloody rage
they will be the one who turns the last page
