Over The Din Of Battle, Over The Cannons' Rattle, Over The Strident Voices Of Men And Their Dying Groans, I Hear The Falling Of Thrones. Out Of The Wild Disorder That Spreads From Border To Border, I See A New World Rising From Ashes Of Ancient Towns; And The Rulers Wear No Crowns. Over The Blood-Charged Water, Over The Fields Of Slaughter, Down To The Hidden Vaults Of Time, Where Lie The Worn-Out Things, I See The Passing Of Kings.