Epilogue

As great kings rise, so do they fall
So strands of fate end, as the weavers of looms die
But the tapestry remains....
As stones in the Earth, as songs in the wind
From father to son
No man could foresee a hundred thousand swords fallen
Felled by the word of the east, captured by a fool's song
But the legend remains...
As words to be heard
As the blood in my veins
From father to son