When the moon forgets its name And the stars crawl from the sea The stoneborn wake beneath the flame To sing the world free Black peaks claw at a bleeding sky Old runes glow where the dead men lie We paint our skin with ash and ore And march to a door that isn’t there no more Drums in the caves where the first fire slept Echoes of oaths that the mountains kept No kings of gold, no thrones of light Just the circle drawn in the teeth of night Strike— Strike the hide Wake the old Let them ride Strike— Strike the bone Call the blood Claim the throne We are the rite of the stoneborn war Feet on the roots of the world’s floor Voices low, voices raw Singing what the elders saw We are the rite of the stoneborn war No crown, no creed, no holy door Only rhythm, only roar Till the sky can take no more Iron trees bow to a ghost-green flame Shadows hunt in a borrowed name Scars like maps on a stolen land Gripped by the fist of a nameless hand Chant in the throat of the wounded night Eyes like embers, teeth clenched tight We don’t pray for a better dawn We beat the dark until it’s gone Strike— Strike the hide Wake the old Let them ride Strike— Strike the bone Call the blood Claim the throne We are the rite of the stoneborn war Feet on the roots of the world’s floor Voices low, voices raw Singing what the elders saw We are the rite of the stoneborn war No crown, no creed, no holy door Only rhythm, only roar Till the sky can take no more Who feeds the fire? WE DO Who breaks the chain? WE DO Who owns the night? WE DO Who wakes the stone? THE DRUM! THE DRUM! THE DRUM! We are the rite of the stoneborn war Feet on the roots of the world’s floor Voices low, voices raw Singing what the elders saw We are the rite of the stoneborn war No crown, no creed, no holy door Only rhythm, only roar Till the sky can take no more Stone to skin Skin to ground Sound to silence Silence… found The moon uncurls from iron trees The fire bows to whispering seas Names we wore now fall like chains Washed in the rain of broken plains Drums grow slow, like distant hearts Each beat a world that breaks, then starts Hands go still, but echoes run The war is done… the war’s begun Breath to ash Ash to air Ash to memory Memory… there The circle stands though we depart Etched in stone, etched in heart No final word, no closing door Only rhythm… Only… Roar…...
