Lyric

The heavens turned their faces cold and left our sacred walls to burn

The royal standard fell in ash the bells were drowned by iron rain

The holy blade was sealed in grief beside the bones of loyal kings

And with it slept the ghostly host who swore our name would rise again

I walked the crypt of shattered vows beneath the ruins of the throne

Their silver armor breathed in dust their hollow eyes still held the dawn

When blood of exiled kings touched steel the sepulchers began to shake

And through the dark the captain spoke Restore the oath the gods betrayed

Rise, phantom knights, rise and ride with the thunder of our buried kings

By the holy blade we turn the tide and tear the seals from heaven's gates

From broken graves to burning sky we are the oath that does not die

Let every fallen banner sing and every ruined kingdom ring again

The gods abandoned us to night so we become the dawn they feared

With iron choirs and ghostly fire we storm the dark with deathless hearts

Rise, phantom knights, our kingdom lives in steel and flame tonight

They came in robes of sacred gold with choirs raised to bless our chains

They called our sorrow judgment and our hunger proof of mortal sin

But through the smoke the ghost line formed like thunder marching out of time

And every hoofbeat every cry declared the dead had come for them

The holy blade became a sun within my hands of ash and blood

Its edge remembered ancient fire its song awakened crown and field

The captain raised his spectral sword and all the ranks behind him roared

No throne of gods no fraud of saints can bind the kingdom we reclaim

Rise, phantom knights, rise and ride with the thunder of our buried kings

By the holy blade we turn the tide and tear the seals from heaven's gates

From broken graves to burning sky we are the oath that does not die

Let every fallen banner sing and every ruined kingdom ring again

The gods abandoned us to night so we become the dawn they feared

With iron choirs and ghostly fire we storm the dark with deathless hearts

Rise, phantom knights, our kingdom lives in steel and flame tonight

We were not made to kneel and fade beneath a faith that broke its word

We were the shield we were the flame we were the names the graves still keep

If heaven cast us down in silence then let the silent dead ascend

And let the sword they left in stone become the cry that wakes the world

Rise, phantom knights, the hour has come, hear the war drums of the kingdom

By the holy blade we stand as one and shake the walls of heaven

From ruin we become the thunder, from silence we become the choir

Let every tomb release its fire and every ghost renew the oath

The gods may flee the sky in fear but we will raise our fallen crown

No grave can keep our kingdom down, no traitor star can blind our dawn

Rise, phantom knights, rise forever, let all the shattered nations hear

Our kingdom lives in steel together and our dead still ride with us