///*****/// [Intro] A wounded moon hangs over a ruined archive beneath a fortress of judges, 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] The sword remembers what the crown denies! Let the hammering heavens hear our cry. The sword remembers what the crown denies! 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. The sword remembers what the crown denies! Raise the truth until it cuts across the sky. [Verse 2] They promised peace, but sent us lords who rewrite violence as law and silence as virtue. They dressed the oldest hunger up as law. I watched the faithful trade away their names, Then in the ruin I uncovered a sword engraved with the names of the forgotten; It held the warmth of everyone who fell, And showed my empty hands what they must fight. [Chorus] The sword remembers what the crown denies! We were born to stand, not wait to die. Through the smoke and through the wound, carry the living fire. The sword remembers what the crown denies! Raise the truth across the sky. [Bridge] If I return alone, remember this: every stolen name will be spoken before the throne falls. 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 fierce narrative solo that alternates low-register menace with soaring harmonized lines and ends on a decisive unison strike] [Rhythm guitars hold the central motif while bass and drums widen the battlefield.] [Verse 3] This is the tale of a warrior avenging women erased from official histories. The weak became a wall around each other, The lost became a road across the rain. 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] The sword remembers what the crown denies! Let the last horizon answer to our cry. The sword remembers what the crown denies! 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. The sword remembers what the crown denies! Raise the truth until it cuts across the sky.
