Ashes of the Crown

Smoke over Tehran roofs

Old men on rusted thrones shake

We’re writing names on every wall

In colors they can’t erase

Mothers hide phones in flour

Kids learn new words for “free”

We bury fear like contraband

And pass the spark in the street

We are the fire

They are the fading sound

Beat of a million hearts brings the statues down

From every rooftop

All of the cities shout

Iran

Iran

Rising from ashes of the crown

Boots thunder down our halls

They drag the dawn in late

But you can’t blind a whole sunrise

Or handcuff blood and fate

Sisters cut braids like chains

Brothers hold lines

Don’t break

If every step is a fault line

Then let the country quake

We are the fire

They are the fading sound

Beat of a million hearts brings the statues down

From every rooftop

All of the cities shout

Iran

Iran

Rising from ashes of the crown

[Drums drop

Crowd claps in unison]

Say their names

(louder, louder)

Say their names

(never gone)

For every cell

For every grave

We plant a flag

We keep the flame

We are the fire

They are the fading sound

Beat of a million hearts brings the statues down

From every rooftop

All of the cities shout

Iran

Iran

Rising from ashes of the crown