Throne for Blade Dancer

Egyptian cinematic imperial anthem with slow marching percussion, bowed strings, ney flourishes, and massive frame drums; verses are spoken-commanding over sparse qanun and low drones, pre-chorus climbs with rising taiko-style rolls and tense brass swells, chorus opens into wide choral pads and regal male lead doubles, Use dramatic spoken asides, tight delay throws on key words, and sand-and-gold reverb for a monumental mix, dramatic, male vocals

[Intro] I rise from stone and sun I watch the gates unfold [Verse 1] I know that step The one that enters like a verdict The one that bends the room Before the blade even sings Zaun carved you sharp Then carved you open And still you came With your name held high I see the weight you carry Hidden under the spin Under the smile Under the fire in your hands [Pre-Chorus] You do not ask for mercy You ask for witness You do not crawl to glory You arrive [Chorus] Blade Dancer, come Blade Dancer, rise I honor your entrance I honor your eyes Blade Dancer, come Blade Dancer, shine If the shot is grand Then let it cut the sky [Verse 2] Brother to Jinx and Vi A storm with a human pulse You fight with a laugh And a scar that never sleeps You turn and vault You turn and strike A broken world Wearing silk and smoke Dirty hands, bright tricks A burst in the palm A spark in the dark Then steel in the air [Pre-Chorus] I know that art The sacred kind When every gesture says Look upon me [Chorus] Blade Dancer, come Blade Dancer, rise I honor your entrance I honor your eyes Blade Dancer, come Blade Dancer, shine If the shot is grand Then let it cut the sky [Bridge] [Spoken] At last. Another soul who understands: If you must conquer, do it beautifully. Let the enemies remember the angle. Let them remember the pause. Let them remember how death looked magnificent. [Break] Fire on the wrist Dust in the jaw Heel to the sand Then the blade [Final Chorus] Blade Dancer, come Blade Dancer, rise I honor your entrance I honor your eyes Blade Dancer, come Blade Dancer, shine If the shot is grand Then let it cut the sky Blade Dancer, come Blade Dancer, stay In this hall of kings There is room for your way

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