<SONG_DETAILS> Born to storm and blood and name, A lion’s son in golden chains. They trained my hands, they shaped my mind, They gave me sight, but left me blind. **Lisan al-Gaib! The storm has come!** **The sands will drink, the war drums drum!** **The sleeper wakes, the stars align!** **The desert shapes what fate designs!** Born to storm and blood and name, A lion’s son in golden chains. They trained my hands, they shaped my mind, They gave me sight, but left me blind. They spoke of fate, they called my name, But I am not their **twisting game.** I carve the path, I claim the sight, I’ll break the stars to end this night. **The sands will drink, the war drums drum!** **The sleeper wakes, the stars align!** **The desert shapes what fate designs!** The visions burn, the desert calls, A god in chains, a king that falls. I take the blade, I taste the sky, The voice within says **ride or die.** **Lisan al-Gaib! The storm has come!** **The sands will drink, the war drums drum!** **The sleeper wakes, the stars align!** **The desert shapes what fate designs!** They spoke of fate, they called my name, But I am not their **twisting game.** I carve the path, I claim the sight, I’ll break the stars to end this night. The visions burn, the desert calls, A god in chains, a king that falls. I take the blade, I taste the sky, The voice within says **ride or die.** I hold to love, I breathe her name, Chani’s touch in shifting flame. Through shadowed sands, through burning light, I fight to keep myself in sight. Through shadowed sands, through burning light, I fight to keep myself in sight. Through shadowed sands, through burning light, I fight to keep myself in sight. Through shadowed sands, through burning light, I fight to keep myself in sight. [OUTRO—THE CARYATID OF FATE] [A grand, sorrowful swell—triumphant yet *cold*, the weight of history in every note] [Choirs rise—Paul has **become** what they said he would be, but at what cost?] [A final, deep brass note—long, sustained, fading into silence]
