Iron boots on bleeding stone I walk where kings once sat alone Their banners rot, their thrones are dust But still they preach in broken trust The gold they wear is forged from lies A kingdom ruled by alibis No justice lives where silence thrives But I return, and walk alive They carved my name from every wall Then cursed the echo of my fall But whispers bloom in shattered halls And now I march, though none dare call Let them kneel for a change The fire walks without a chain No sword can halt this reckoning No crown survives the flame Their silence crowned me once in pain Now let them choke on hollow reign Their justice wears a grieving face But hides the blade beneath its grace I carry wounds they can't erase Proof I have outrun disgrace I am no queen, I seek no throne I march for every voice unknown No more a ghost, no longer stone This march is mine, and mine alone Let them kneel for a change Their time has passed, their laws estranged The echo of the flame remains And walks through every cage No banners rise, no trumpets sound Still I march through hollow crown