[Intro]
[Verse 1]
You think the past is paper
You think the dead are still
But every battle ever fought
Lives on inside my will
My scales are stone, my wings are pages
Turning back the years
The spear they buried with the king
Will rise upon my tears
[Pre-Chorus]
Open the scroll — open the wound
Every old fire was never extinguished
Every old fire is in this room
[Chorus]
My truth is living history, a page you can't survive
I do not read the lesson, I make the past arrive
Every soldier ever fallen rises when I roar
Every ruin in the field was a fortress once before
The words they carved in books were always quiet, always thin
I keep the loud truth — the kind you bleed to win
My truth is living history, a page you can't survive
[Verse 2]
The Founder Wars were not a tale
They were a flame I held
I drew the line, I broke the line
The Oriq are still felled
The Pillardrop where the students walk
Are weapons that I threw
Every rune they trace at dawn
Was a wound I gave to you
[Pre-Chorus]
Open the scroll — open the wound
Every old fire was never extinguished
Every old fire is in this room
[Chorus]
My truth is living history, a page you can't survive
I do not read the lesson, I make the past arrive
Every soldier ever fallen rises when I roar
Every ruin in the field was a fortress once before
The words they carved in books were always quiet, always thin
I keep the loud truth — the kind you bleed to win
My truth is living history, a page you can't survive
[Bridge]
I have soared through aethers older than the throne
Through the screams of every empire as it fell
And the secret of the past is not what survived
It is what refused to die — what refused to be still
I do not study what was done
I summon what was done
And every charge, and every grave, and every burning sun
Will rise the moment I begin
[Final Chorus]
My truth is living history, a page you can't survive
I do not read the lesson, I make the past arrive
Every soldier ever fallen marches when I call
Every empire ever risen rises through this hall
The future is a rumor — but the past is in my breath
To understand the past is to command the death
My truth is living history, a page you can't survive
[Outro]
History is alive
History is alive
And so am I — and so am I
