emerged from the margins where twilight clings,
Yet my bloodline bears the breath of kings.
Eastward, ancestral roots converge,
In a village where memory and marrow merge.
Half my kin carved from one sacred place,
Unaware I bore their dreams on my face.
In uniform’s grip, I was young and enthralled,
Entangled in passion where judgment falls.
Afflicted by ruin, with spirits drowned,
Yet in the pages of prophets, my soul was found.
The liquor numbed but never subdued —
The fire within, the ancient feud.
For the love of kin ignited my bones,
Even when I stood among fractured stones.
I traversed frontiers, through peril I crept,
Refugee sands where angels wept.
Deserted the wings of a skyward force,
Crossed the Sahara on fate’s coarse course.
Two years chained in a tongue not mine,
In camps where time forgets the line.
Still, I devoured texts behind the wire,
Stoked my mind, rekindled fire.
(Chorus)
From regal dust, I rise, unshaken,
Though bonds were forged, I was never forsaken.
In barren cells and shadowed land,
I held no sword — just wisdom in hand.
Through betrayal’s kiss and winter’s claw,
I saw beyond — the eternal law.
With a panther’s gaze and lion’s breath,
I learned to dance with life and death.
(Verse 2)
Separated by steel, fate’s cruel incision,
My youth dissolved in the state’s derision.
They caged me deep in forest and sand,
Yet couldn’t unmake the mind I planned.
I read in the dark, by sorrow’s gleam,
Vowed in silence to chase the dream.
No riches adorned me, nor praise divine,
But truth became my steady spine.
I breached the West — frostbitten lands,
Entrusting my life to knowledge’s hands.
Winter was cruel, and trust grew thin,
But I harbored light deep within.
I stood at the ledge, shadowed by grief,
Yet faith kept whispering firm belief.
In Nordic gloom, reborn I stood,
A phoenix cloaked in brotherhood.
(Chorus)
From regal dust, I rise, unshaken,
Though bonds were forged, I was never forsaken.
In barren cells and shadowed land,
I held no sword — just wisdom in hand.
Through betrayal’s kiss and winter’s claw,
I saw beyond — the eternal law.
With a panther’s gaze and lion’s breath,
I learned to dance with life and death.
(Outro – Spoken Word)
Born of exiles, crowned in pain,
I walked through fire, I drank the rain.
Not to boast, but to testify —
That ashes still teach wings to fly.
Let the final silence descend with grace,
I’ve endured the night, I’ve run the race.
And when I vanish into divine embrace,
Know I walked with kings — in time and place.
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