(Verse 1)
The world was old, the kingdom torn, a silence on the breeze
A throne sat empty, cold and worn, beneath the twisted trees
The knights all came with iron might, with stories of their name
But none could face the chilling plight, to claim the sacred flame
In sunlit dust, a legend stood, a monument of stone
A blade of steel, misunderstood, for years it lay alone
They called it myth, a fool’s design, a trick of ancient art
But deep inside, a voice would sign, a whisper for a heart.
(Chorus)
And the stone held fast, a silent test
For a hand that felt the weight
Not just of metal, but a quest
To mend a shattered state
The old guard failed, their strength betrayed
By pride and bitter scorn
But one true soul, unafraid
Would know why it was born
It wasn't force that made it yield
But a truth that felt profound
A farmer’s son upon the field
With no crown to be found.
(Verse 2)
He walked the path the others fled, a whisper in the gray
Not seeking glory, not instead, just seeking for a way
He saw the hilt, the polished gleam, the warnings etched in time
He felt the pull of a waking dream, a purpose, half-sublime
The air grew thick with ancient might, the sun began to fade
He closed his eyes in fading light and made a silent raid
He didn’t push with straining arm, or pull with hardened hand
He reached inside, without alarm, and simply understood the land.
(Chorus)
And the stone held fast, a silent test
For a hand that felt the weight
Not just of metal, but a quest
To mend a shattered state
The old guard failed, their strength betrayed
By pride and bitter scorn
But one true soul, unafraid
Would know why it was born
It wasn't force that made it yield
But a truth that felt profound
A farmer’s son upon the field
With no crown to be found.
(Bridge)
The whisper changed to a thunderous call
The stone began to crack
He pulled the sword, it didn't fall
But flew to meet his back
A rush of wind, a brilliant light, a sound of ringing steel
The verdict passed in the twilight, his destiny made real.
(Chorus)
And the stone let go, its work was done
For a heart that took the weight
Not just of metal, but the run
To mend a shattered state
The new king rose, his path now laid
By strength and gentle grace
The blade of light, a promise made
To heal the broken place.
It wasn't force that made it yield
But a truth that felt profound
A farmer’s son upon the field
With a kingdom to be crowned.
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