///*****/// [Intro] A wounded moon hangs over an old coastal observatory above a sleeping port, The hour is thin, the air is edged with rain. We count the names the powerful erased, Then carve them back in thunder on the stone. [Verse 1] Their screens repeat the portrait of the victor, Their loudspeakers pronounce the future sealed. Yet in the workshop, harbor, wood and starship, A thousand quiet hands refuse to yield. We tune the wire until the note is honest, We test the edge and set the bearings true. No myth will save the ones who wait for rescue; The living make the road they travel through. [Pre-Chorus] Let the warning drums awaken, Let the hidden doors unseal. What was whispered now is spoken, What was wounded now is steel. [Chorus] Run when the north star falls! Let the hammering heavens hear our cry. Run when the north star falls! We were born to stand, not wait to die. Through the smoke, through the wound, through the night that calls us liars, We will carry living iron, we will carry living fires. Run when the north star falls! Raise the truth until it cuts across the sky. [Verse 2] They promised peace, but sent us shapeless visitors descending where the star once burned. They dressed the oldest hunger up as law. I watched the faithful trade away their names, I watched the proud salute the thing they saw. Then in the ruin I uncovered a brass telescope filled with black snow; No jeweled relic, only proof made bright. It held the warmth of everyone who fell, And showed my empty hands what they must fight. [Chorus] Run when the north star falls! We were born to stand, not wait to die. Through the smoke and through the wound, carry the living fire. Run when the north star falls! Raise the truth across the sky. [Bridge] If I return alone, remember this: I will wake the city before the heavens close. No monument can breathe for those it buries, No sacred word can make a falsehood clean. The future is not granted by the mighty; It starts wherever ordinary hearts convene. [Guitar Solo - a frantic solo with tremolo picking, harmonic squeals and descending chromatic phrases that collapse into silence] [Rhythm guitars hold the central motif while bass and drums widen the battlefield.] [Verse 3] This is the tale of a night watchman witnessing the sky lose its guiding star. The weak became a wall around each other, The lost became a road across the rain. We learned that hope is neither soft nor silent, It bites the hand that feeds the world despair. It lifts the fallen standard from the gutter, And makes a kingdom out of those who care. [Final Chorus] Run when the north star falls! Let the last horizon answer to our cry. Run when the north star falls! We have learned the dark can bleed and empires die. Through the smoke, through the wound, through the years that tried to break us, We are neither owned nor ended; every scar will remake us. Run when the north star falls! Raise the truth until it cuts across the sky.
