[Verse 1]
He walks like the sun already knows his name,
Born where the fire and the lion are the same,
What they see is the calm, the steady golden light,
What they don't see is the ocean sealed up tight,
A heart that runs deeper than the roar he wears,
Built from ancient thunder, forged in answered prayers,

[PreChorus]
He carries the weight of what he's never said,
A whole kingdom burning quiet in his head,

[Chorus]
He is iron and ember, he is tide and stone,
A sovereign of silence who has always known,
The stars didn't scatter, they were placed with care,
Written into the marrow of a man worth more than rare,

[Verse 2]
He gives before he's asked and builds before he's paid,
Stands inside the storm without a show of being afraid,
The home he keeps is sacred, every stone he laid with blood,
He'd raze a hill to rubble for the people that he loved,
They call it strength, they don't know what it cost,
How many nights he searched alone for something he'd not lost,

[PreChorus]
The world mistakes his silence for a lack of need,
But the roots run deepest where you cannot see them bleed,

[Chorus]
He is iron and ember, he is tide and stone,
A sovereign of silence who has always known,
The stars didn't scatter, they were placed with care,
Written into the marrow of a man worth more than rare,

[Verse 3]
His mind is a blade that cuts through every lie,
A restless kind of hunger for the reason and the why,
He questions what is hollow, he rebuilds what has decayed,
Not because he has to, but because he's not afraid,
There's a wound beneath the wandering, a scar along the bone,
Of wondering if the effort ever proved he was enough on his own,

[PreChorus]
But every battle that he fought to find his worth,
Was just the cosmos pressing gold back into earth,

[Chorus]
He is iron and ember, he is tide and stone,
A sovereign of silence who has always known,
The stars didn't scatter, they were placed with care,
Written into the marrow of a man worth more than rare,

[Verse 4]
He loves like something ancient pulled the tide from the shore,
Tender underneath the armor, giving more and still more,
He's learning that the resting is as sacred as the fight,
That the darkness doesn't swallow him, it's teaching him the light,
A compass in his chest has always pointed toward the true,
The world needs what he carries, every piece of what he's been through,

[PreChorus]
So let the northern wind now carry what he's worth,
A name the heavens have been speaking since his birth,

[Bridge]
He was written in the fire before the first sword fell,
A sovereign and a keeper with a sacred tale to tell,
Let him lay the burden down and breathe without the weight,
He was always more than worthy, he was always, already great,

[Outro]
The stars held him before he drew his first breath,
He was forged for more than proving, more than conquest, more than death,
He is iron, he is ember, he is tide and ancient stone,
And the cosmos has been certain he was never, ever alone,