[Intro] [deep baritone vocal percussion] [Verse 1] [rhythmic guttural chanting] Under ash-gray pines, the cinders woke Bootsteps in the soot and a torch in the smoke The Ashen King rose in a blaze-torn veil A fire paladin, iron-still, unchained and pale He came back marked in charcoal, palms turned black Heat bent toward him when he looked it back [percussive vocal accents] The kettle hissed, the chimney sighed He walked through sparks like they were tied [Verse 2] [rhythmic guttural chanting] He called up the trolls from the river stones Goblins from the pits, with their tin-can bones Orcs from the culverts, dark fae from the reed He set them in line with a snap and a deed For the ones in the caves and the ones in the drains For the right to breathe in their own cold lanes He fed the forge with pine pitch and bone Turned whole drifts of ash to a throne Where he passed, the coals got loud And smoke bowed low like a gathered crowd [percussive vocal accents] Hush of the grate, crack of the log A banner cut from soot and smog [Chorus] They marched from the tunnel mouth at dawn No gold, no crown, just iron on Ashen King with the ember glow Trolls up front and the dark fae in tow [Chorus] [rhythmic guttural chanting] Forged in the strike, not by blood or name He wears the scorch like a brand of flame Ash in his fist, fire at his heel Every stone and drain knows how this feels [Outro] They marched from the tunnel mouth at dawn No gold, no crown, just iron on Ashen King with the ember glow Trolls up front and the dark fae in tow
