[Intro] [Spoken, low male voice] My honor is my life. And if life must end, let it end standing. [Verse 1] On High Clerist’s winter tower, where the gray stones held their breath, stood a man in borrowed honor, wearing mail prepared for death. His father’s blade was in his hand, old steel against the storm, and every vow he never owned was keeping his heart warm. No crown, no praise, no brotherhood, no final roll of drums, only snow upon the battlements and blue fire when it comes. [Pre-Chorus] He did not ask the sky for mercy. He did not curse the coming night. He only set his feet in silence and raised the Brightblade to the light. [Chorus] My honor is my life, my life is not my own. If I must fall, I fall upright on Solamnia’s stone. Stand, Sturm, stand, while the blue wings tear the sky. One true knight can hold the dawn long enough to die. [Verse 2] The dragon came like thunder, with winter in its cry, and Kitiara rode above him, cold and calm against the sky. She knew the face beneath the helm, she knew the name he bore, but old roads die in iron when the Dragonarmies roar. His sword struck low and useless, her spear came straight and sure, and through the heart of Brightblade went the price he had endured. [Pre-Chorus] He did not bend. He did not plead. He gave the tower what it need. One breath. One wound. One falling man. One chance for Laurana’s hand. [Chorus] My honor is my life, my life is not my own. If I must fall, I fall upright on Solamnia’s stone. Stand, Sturm, stand, while the blue wings tear the sky. One true knight can hold the dawn long enough to die. [Bridge] [Female vocal, distant and grieving] Laurana found him in the cold, where blood had darkened white, and took the sword from fallen hands that still remembered light. The tower shook with victory, the dragon host was torn, but triumph has a bitter sound when bought by those we mourn. [Build] [Male lead, restrained] Then came the Highlord’s parting words, more cruel than spear or flame. She left one wound in Laurana’s heart and Tanis was its name. [Choir] Honor is his life. Honor is his death. Honor is the oath inside his final breath. [Final Chorus] My honor is my life, my life is not my own. If I must fall, I fall upright on Solamnia’s stone. Stand, Sturm, stand, while the blue wings tear the sky. One true knight can hold the dawn long enough to die. My honor is my life, my death is not defeat. Let winter carve my name tonight where sky and stone shall meet. [Outro] [Soft male vocal, fading] On battlements gray, where the cold winds turn, Solamnia remembers the death of Sturm. [Spoken, barely audible] My honor is my life.
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