I walked alone in crowded streets, Where golden crowns once touched my feet. The banners fell, the echoes stayed, The sunlight turned my walls to grey. I used to hold the skies so high, The world would tremble when I cried. I felt the thunder in my hands, I drew the borders of the lands. But now the silence takes my name, The crown is dust, the torch is flame. And though the kingdom fades away, The heart remembers every day. The rivers sang, the cities burned, Each page was written, each one turned. I saw the night consume the light, Yet still I marched into the fight. I used to hold the skies so high, The world would tremble when I cried. I felt the thunder in my hands, I drew the borders of the lands. But now the silence takes my name, The crown is dust, the torch is flame. And though the kingdom fades away, The heart remembers every day. Oh, let the bells keep ringing, For every soul still singing. Through ruins we will rise, With fire in our eyes. I used to hold the skies so high, The world would tremble when I cried. I felt the thunder in my hands, I drew the borders of the lands. But now the silence takes my name, The crown is dust, the torch is flame. And though the kingdom fades away, The heart remembers every day.
