(Verse 1) The banners flew where the river bends, A golden crown on a trembling hand. He whispered prayers to the iron sky, "Not for my life, but the ones who die." (Chorus) Oh, the king stood tall where the arrows fell, A lion’s roar in a hollowed hell. But when the dust swallowed the sun, The crown was heavy—the war was done. (Verse 2) The castle burned like a dying star, The gates gave way where the traitors are. His sword still red from the last man’s breath, He laughed and wept—then he welcomed death. (Bridge) Now the crows pick at the battlefield, No songs are sung where the brave men kneeled. The throne lies broken, the kingdom’s ghost, But they remember *who* held it most. (Chorus) Oh, the king stood tall where the arrows fell, A lion’s roar in a hollowed hell. But when the dust swallowed the sun, The crown was heavy—the war was done. (Outro) And somewhere deep in the peasant’s tongue, They still repeat what the bards have sung: "A king may fall, but his shadow stands— A swordless hand in the conquered lands."
