What - what would it be

What could be left when our hope is dead,
All thread of valor lost or shread,
And all the stars shall fail our earth
And dwell in the lands of immortal birth?

What then shall be said
When the last king is dead,
And the line of Westerness forever lost,
In the deeps of time in midnight's frost?

What have we to save
If we take to the grave
All the good that we all hope to gain
For now the world is changed, under fire the ashes rain, do they not?

For now the world is changed, under fire the ashes rain, do they not?

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