Juda's Cradle - Crown And Conquest

Ash to gold, and dust to flame,
time repeats the ancient name.

We forged our dreams in fields of fire,
we fed the gods, we climbed the spire.
Through storm and stone we found our place,
the mark of men, the fall from grace.

Hear the drums of ancient might,
thunder rolling through the night.

Crown and conquest, blood and pride,
we lived, we fought, we never died.
Raise the banners, break the chain,
our glory carved in rain.

Temples rise, then turn to dust,
kings to ashes, crowns to rust.
But still the fire inside remains,
burning through the endless chains.

Hear the drums of ancient might,
thunder rolling through the night.

Crown and conquest, blood and pride,
we lived, we fought, we never died.
Raise the banners, break the chain,
our glory carved in rain.

Voices whisper from the sand,
the echo of a broken land.
But through the ruins, something shines —
the fire, eternal, in our lines.

Crown and conquest, hearts unbowed,
our song still shakes the crowd.
From the ashes, we arise,
forever kings beneath the skies.

Crown and conquest — the end, the flame,
history whispers our name.