The Kingsword will stand

The Kingsword will stand

The Kingsword will stand in its scabbard of granite

The quicksilver forged in the pools of the sky

A rumour explained by the one who began it

A boy's hand will grasp it

A man's raise it high

Son of the dragon of night and the slaughter

Whose wisdom his unshaven youth will belie

Will wake from her slumber the lake's only daughter

To answer the calling she cannot deny

The Kingsword will stand in its scabbard of granite

The quicksilver forged in the pools of the sky

A rumour explained by the one who began it

A boy's hand will grasp it

A man's raise it high

Wrought by a queen for the hand of the chosen

From fishscale and currents and winter's reply

Brought from the deep by a prophet who knows

In the arms of the water again it will lie

The Kingsword will stand in its scabbard of granite

The quicksilver forged in the pools of the sky

A rumour explained by the one who began it

A boy's hand will grasp it

A man's raise it high

Kingsword will stand

The Kingsword will stand

The Kingsword will stand

The Kingsword will stand

The Kingsword will stand in its scabbard of granite

The quicksilver forged in the pools of the sky

A rumour explained by the one who began it

A boy's hand will grasp it

A man's raise it high

The Kingsword will stand in its scabbard of granite

The quicksilver forged in the pools of the sky

A rumour explained by the one who began it

A boy's hand will grasp it

A man's raise it high

The Kingsword will stand in its scabbard of granite

The quicksilver forged in the pools of the sky

A rumour explained by the one who began it

A boy's hand will grasp it

A man's raise it high