[4-5-4] The Pandorica Initiative

When silence reigns and stars grow dim,
When gods grow frail and light grows thin,
His blood will stir, his kin will rise,
With shadowed blade and ageless eyes.

From fractured time and shattered glass,
Will walk the heir of what once passed.
The Timeless Assassin's whipered breath,
Will break the chains of godless death.

No banners raised nor armies sworn,
He'll walk alone where light is torn.
Yet empires vast will bow and break,
As heavens tremble, as kingdoms quake.

No throne shall stand, no crown remain,
When his descendant walks again.
For gods will weep, and time will break,
When vengeance stirs and heavens quake.