[Verse 1] Cardboard kingdoms In fluorescent halls Maps rolled tight Like sleeping scrolls Dust of centuries On your quiet hands Sir Thomas Leif Leaves the land he scanned You logged the bones And the rusting blades Guarded stories In the survey shade Now the office laughs Over paper plates Plastic cups shake Like a trembling gate [Chorus] Raise your horns For Sir Thomas Leif From Fort Carson’s walls To the desert heat GIS lines To ancestral stone Tonight we sing you Out of this throne (hey, hey) Sir Thomas Leif We carve your name in smoke [Verse 2] Co-workers circle In a break-room ring Passing memories Like a war-band drink Project jokes And the late-night calls PowerPoint sagas On the cubicle walls Burners arrive With the dust in their hair LED halos And the thousand-yard stare They paint your face With an ash-black rune Promise a temple That will kiss the moon [Chorus] Raise your horns For Sir Thomas Leif From Fort Carson’s walls To the desert heat Curator’s keys Traded in for flame Tonight the old gods Whisper your name (oh-oh) Sir Thomas Leif We carve your name in smoke [Bridge] [Drums deepen Low chant builds] Hoar-frost mountain Cardboard snow Server lights flicker Like a funeral boat You walk the hallway One last time Badge on your belt Like a brittle sign They gift you a compass A hand-drawn map The break-room fridge Bears a paper flag “Find us in the fire When the towers fall down We’ll meet in the dust Outside every town” [Chorus] Raise your horns For Sir Thomas Leif From Fort Carson’s walls To the desert heat Archaeologist Of the unseen roads You chart the ashes Where the bright ones roam (hey, hey) Sir Thomas Leif We carve your name in smoke [Outro] [Voices in distant round] Fortress to furnace Office to sand Follow the lanterns Out of this land When the border burns And the last doors close We’ll build you a cairn Out where the temple glows
