The Sword Remains (Nimue)

JPH0363

Celtic folk rock, theatrical pop ballad, indie folk

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[Verse 1]

You speak of crowns.

You speak of kingdoms.

You speak of banners in the rain.

You speak as though the world was waiting

For Arthur Pendragon again.

But I have watched the centuries turning.

I have heard older voices call.

And every king who claimed forever

Now sleeps beneath forgotten halls.

[Pre-Chorus]

The names all fade.

The stone remembers.

The river carries them away.

[Chorus]

The sword remains.

The sword remembers.

Long after crowns have turned to dust.

Kings are borrowed.

Thrones are borrowed.

Only Excalibur endures.

You do not carry destiny.

You merely carry its name.

The sword remains.

The sword remembers.

And nothing leaves its mark the same.

[Verse 2]

Your father dreamed.

Your son is dreaming.

The sisters weave their private wars.

The knights divide.

The kingdom trembles.

Still they forget what came before.

Before the throne.

Before Camelot.

Before the banners filled the sky.

There was a promise in the darkness.

A blade that would not kneel or die.

[Pre-Chorus]

Men build their kingdoms.

Then they vanish.

The sword is always left behind.

[Chorus]

The sword remains.

The sword remembers.

Long after crowns have turned to dust.

Kings are borrowed.

Thrones are borrowed.

Only Excalibur endures.

You do not carry destiny.

You merely carry its name.

The sword remains.

The sword remembers.

And nothing leaves its mark the same.

[Bridge]

Ask Mordred who shall rule tomorrow.

Ask Morgan what the future brings.

Ask all the proud and hungry voices

Fighting over crowns and kings.

The answer waits within your hands.

Silent.

Ancient.

Cold and bright.

The ruler of a thousand rulers.

The fire hidden in the light.

[Final Chorus]

The sword remains.

The sword remembers.

The world revolves around its flame.

Empires crumble.

Legends scatter.

Still Excalibur remains.

You are not master.

You are servant.

As every king has always been.

Hold it high.

And hold it carefully.

For it was never truly yours.

[Outro]

Ride if you must, Arthur.

But remember.

The sword chose you.

You never chose the sword.

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[Verse 1] You speak of crowns. You speak of kingdoms. You speak of banners in the rain. You speak as though the world was waiting For Arthur Pendragon again. But I have watched the centuries turning. I have heard older voices call. And every king who claimed forever Now sleeps beneath forgotten halls. [Pre-Chorus] The names all fade. The stone remembers. The river carries them away. [Chorus] The sword remains. The sword remembers. Long after crowns have turned to dust. Kings are borrowed. Thrones are borrowed. Only Excalibur endures. You do not carry destiny. You merely carry its name. The sword remains. The sword remembers. And nothing leaves its mark the same. [Verse 2] Your father dreamed. Your son is dreaming. The sisters weave their private wars. The knights divide. The kingdom trembles. Still they forget what came before. Before the throne. Before Camelot. Before the banners filled the sky. There was a promise in the darkness. A blade that would not kneel or die. [Pre-Chorus] Men build their kingdoms. Then they vanish. The sword is always left behind. [Chorus] The sword remains. The sword remembers. Long after crowns have turned to dust. Kings are borrowed. Thrones are borrowed. Only Excalibur endures. You do not carry destiny. You merely carry its name. The sword remains. The sword remembers. And nothing leaves its mark the same. [Bridge] Ask Mordred who shall rule tomorrow. Ask Morgan what the future brings. Ask all the proud and hungry voices Fighting over crowns and kings. The answer waits within your hands. Silent. Ancient. Cold and bright. The ruler of a thousand rulers. The fire hidden in the light. [Final Chorus] The sword remains. The sword remembers. The world revolves around its flame. Empires crumble. Legends scatter. Still Excalibur remains. You are not master. You are servant. As every king has always been. Hold it high. And hold it carefully. For it was never truly yours. [Outro] Ride if you must, Arthur. But remember. The sword chose you. You never chose the sword.

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