

Ash on the gold of a garden gone still I carry the
names that the old stones fill
Far from the halls where my fathers would stand
I learned the weight of a blade in my hand
Night kept the road and the dust knew my feet
Loss was the drum and it hardened the beat But under the
ruin a fire remains
A vow in my chest calling out through the rain
If heaven is broken I'll carry the flame
I rise for the crown that was torn from my home
I rise with the scar and the strength I have grown Hear
the banners of memory over the sky
I was born for the fall and the climb
I rise and the kingdom remembers my name Through the grief and
the fire I answer the flame
Steel in the dawn and the dust in my lungs I gathered
the broken and taught them these songs Every defeat put a mark
in the steel Every old wound taught my hands how to heal
Now when I call,
even silence will turn
Mother of mercy, father of stone
Walk with me now
as I carry us home (ohhh) The gates will remember
I rise for the crown that
was torn from my home
I rise with the scar and the strength I have grown Hear
the banners of memory over the sky
I was born for the fall and the climb
I rise and the kingdom remembers my name Through the grief and
the fire I answer the flame
Open the gates let the lost blood return Out of the exile
the throne starts to burn
The garden still lives in the sound of my name (ahhh)