[Intro]
[Verse 1]
A false god dressed himself in sunlight and taught the city how to kneel,
he wrote his name on every doorway and called the butchery a deal.
I did not run, I did not worship - I simply chose to never die.
I folded time away like linen and let the dragon's age go by.
[Pre-Chorus]
For older things than gods of sunlight are sleeping under chitin shells,
and every grain of sand remembers the court that ruled before the bells.
[Chorus]
I am the patient kingdom; the desert keeps my throne.
The false god fell to ashes - the sand outlasts the stone.
Let every age forget me; I never lost the thread.
The old gods will remember - and I will raise the dead.
[Verse 2]
My scholars read the futures backwards in pages no one ever wrote,
I sip the years that never happened like vintage from a funeral boat.
The dead I raise were never buried - I call them out of maybes lost,
from all the lives the world discarded, and life itself repays the cost.
[Pre-Chorus 2]
And when the broken lands grow quiet, and when the upstart city sings,
I set another place at table and wait upon the elder wings.
[Chorus]
I am the patient kingdom; the desert keeps my throne.
The false god fell to ashes - the sand outlasts the stone.
Let every age forget me; I never lost the thread.
The old gods will remember - and I will raise the dead.
[Bridge]
They say a lich forgets her face.
They say the crown corrodes the bone.
But I keep the old names polished bright,
and the city will remember its own.
[Final Chorus]
I am the patient kingdom; the desert keeps my throne.
The false god fell to ashes - the sand outlasts the stone.
Let every age forget me; I never lost the thread.
The old gods are returning - and I will raise the dead.
So count your bright horizons; I have buried brighter still.
The future is a graveyard - and the graveyard does my will.
[Outro]
The sand remembers its masters.
