Enchanted; My Fairytale

Who will you be
when faced with the end?
The end of a kingdom,
The end of good men.
Will you run?
Will you hide?
Or will you hunt down evil
with a venomous pride?

Rise to the ashes,
Rise to the winter sky,
Rise to the calling,
Make heard the battle cry.
Let it scream from the mountains
From the forest to the chapel,
Because death is a hungry mouth
And you are the apple.

So who will you be
when faced with the end?
When vultures are circling
And the shadows descend.