Sendoure

Father fell—no one saw Brother followed—no one spoke Two graves carved into the sand One man left to take command Seventy titles—stolen crown Kneel and speak them when you bow down He believes he cannot fall… …but another son will take it all Golden halls and painted skies Leira’s beauty dressed in lies Silk and song and perfumed air Rot and silence everywhere Seventy titles—stolen crown Kneel and speak them when you bow down He believes he cannot fall… …but another son will take it all In the dust—his name is said Not in gold—but fear instead No throne claimed—no banners flown But the blood… will claim its own Seventy titles—stolen crown Kneel and speak them when you bow down He believes he cannot fall… …but another son will take it all