Lyrics
[Intro]
[Verse 1]
They found me in the cinders where my father's hall had stood,
a beggar with a birthmark — a moon scratched in the blood.
No crown, no name they'd answer to, just smoke where the towers fell,
and a sword too big for a thief's two hands that I'd never learned to sell.
Carth the Lion's in my marrow, though the world forgot the roar,
so I picked the lock on a kingdom that was always mine before.
[Pre-Chorus]
You can burn a man's whole city. You can leave him in the dirt.
But you can't unmake a bloodline, and you can't outlast the hurt.
[Chorus]
Hey — that's my throne you're keeping warm, sit easy while you can,
I'm just a name out of the ashes with my father's sword in hand.
Give the crown to the usurper, let him think the war is won —
every blow he lands just makes me taller, and I'm here for what's mine, every one.
[Verse 2]
I gathered up the broken from the alleys and the wood,
the ones who knew the kingdom by the way that it once stood.
Kristina of the Woods walked north with green fire in her hand,
and Foecleaver remembered every yard of stolen land.
I don't talk like the highborn — I learned my words in rain,
but I'll say this plain to Ravidel: I'm coming back again.
[Pre-Chorus]
Let them line the walls with soldiers. Let them bar the iron door.
I have been to the bottom, friend — there's nothing down there anymore.
[Chorus]
Hey — that's my throne you're keeping warm, sit easy while you can,
I'm just a name out of the ashes with my father's sword in hand.
Give the crown to the usurper, let him think the war is won —
every blow he lands just makes me taller, and I'm here for what's mine, every one.
[Bridge]
I never wanted to be a god. I never wanted the gold.
I wanted the dirt where my mother knelt, the halls grown green with mold.
So keep your weapon of ruin and your borrowed, frightened crown —
the heir is the one who keeps getting up, and you keep knocking me down.
[Bridge build]
Knock me down — I get up tall.
Knock me down — I gather them all.
[Final Chorus]
Hey — that's my throne you're keeping warm, your reign is nearly through,
the lion's blood is awake again and it's walking up to you.
Give the crown to the usurper — go on, hold it overhead —
I am the heir of the ashes and the lands you left for dead.
I'm here for what's mine.
[Outro]
A moon on my cheek and a sword in the dust —
that's the only kind of king I'll ever trust.
