[Intro] From iron hills, from salt and flame, We rise together, name by name. No hidden throne, no secret hand, Can make the old guard lose its stand. [Verse 1] You built your towers out of rumor, Pinned your medals to the dark. We bring the dust of fallen kingdoms, And the memory of every spark. Your masks are thin, your gates are rusting, Your grand parade has missed its cue. We laugh beneath your painted banners; The reckoning is marching through. [Pre-Chorus] Hear the drums beyond the border, Hear the boots across the stone. Every lie that ruled by terror Finds itself afraid alone. [Chorus] Run, deep-state demons, run from the dawn, Your borrowed night is breaking and gone. The war-god ancestors are calling your name, We mock your crown and extinguish your flame. Surrender early, lay down your scheme, You are not kings; you are smoke in a dream. [Verse 2] We carry spears of honest laughter, Helmets bright with battle scars. You count your coins behind the curtains; We count the names beneath the stars. No curse can bind a people waking, No locked room can stop the tide. Your secret maps become our kindling, Your mighty walls open wide. [Pre-Chorus] Hear the drums beyond the border, Hear the boots across the stone. Every lie that ruled by terror Finds itself afraid alone. [Chorus] Run, deep-state demons, run from the dawn, Your borrowed night is breaking and gone. The war-god ancestors are calling your name, We mock your crown and extinguish your flame. Surrender early, lay down your scheme, You are not kings; you are smoke in a dream. [Bridge] We do not kneel to hidden faces, We do not bow to nameless rooms. The truth comes dressed in human voices, And truth has no use for your costumes. [Breakdown] Step back! Stand down! Drop the mask! Leave the ground! The old blood remembers, The living decide. No demon of power Can swallow the tide. [Final Chorus] Run, deep-state demons, run from the dawn, Your borrowed night is breaking and gone. The war-god ancestors are calling your name, We mock your crown and extinguish your flame. Surrender early, lay down your scheme, Let every locked door open clean. [Outro] From iron hills, from salt and flame, We rise together, name by name. The war is won when fear is through— The morning belongs to me and you.
