[Intro]
A distant drum, a wall of dust and fate
The world holds its breath for a thunderous gate
[Verse 1]
Riders etched in shadow, trumpets loud and cold
An army of elephants, stories left untold
Eyes like embers, marching through the ash of dawn
But a sacred map falters, a purpose withdrawn
[Pre-Chorus]
The ground remembers every foot that swore to stay
A whisper threads the ranks, a doubt in the fray
[Chorus]
We rise in grandeur, we stand at the edge of fate
Pulled by a vow to a destination not yet near and not yet late
Voices thunder, but the road remains a silver gate
The world trembles, yet the path refuses to break
[Verse 2]
Dust becomes a canvas, stories etched in stone
The heralds cry of glory, but the road is overgrown
Horns echo prayers to skies that pull away
Destiny hums softly, then slips to gray
[Bridge]
No triumph banners rise where footprints fail to land
The mighty bow to silence, held by a distant hand
[Chorus]
We rise in grandeur, we stand at the edge of fate
Pulled by a vow to a destination not yet near and not yet late
Voices thunder, but the road remains a silver gate
The world trembles, yet the path refuses to break
[Verse 3]
For every stone the march reveals, a question survives
If power cannot arrive, what truth then survives?
A voice over the ruin hums of a world-shaking army
Not reaching its citadel, but admitting the harmony of vanishing glory
[Outro]
The elephants stand, columns of memory in the sand
The sacred destination glows, but slips from human hand
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