Crown of Smoke / Iron Sky

Isolde: He builds without magic…

David: I don’t need it.

Both: And the world still changes.

Steel birds rise where prayers used to fly,

iron teeth tearing open my sky.

I train dragonmen in flame and command,

but he rewrites war with a human hand.

Donna… I want her—untouched, still free,

a spirit I could shape for me.

But every path I reach to claim

he bends away and breaks my name.

You call it dominion, I call it fear,

dragons don’t own what humans steer.

Wood and iron, mind and thread—

I build what your world left for dead.

You want Donna shaped, defined, contained,

but people aren’t things to be arranged.

Every chain you try to cast

only proves your rule won’t last.

I tried to cage you once before the storm,

you turned my chains into something born.

Not magic, not fear, not anything known—

just thought that refuses to slow.

And now I feel it—

something I do not control.

You call it fear like it’s your crown,

but I build where empires drown.

If your world breaks when I design,

maybe it was never divine.

[Isolde:] He is the thorn I cannot remove,

[David:] I am the mind you cannot improve.

[Isolde:] Storm on my throne, I cannot name,

[David:] Your empire bends but I remain.

[Isolde:] I am crown, I am flame, I am command,

[David:] I am the future you don’t understand.

[Both:] If we cannot cage what grows in you / me,

we decide what history will be.

Invisible wings stole you from my grasp,

a ghost inside machines built fast.

Cannons sing where certainty dies,

and truth keeps shifting in my eyes.

There’s something in you I cannot define—

not magic, but it bends my time.

And I hate that it pulls me near

to something shaped like fear.

I saw your dragons before they learned flame,

before they knew they could be named.

You think control is destiny’s law—

I think it’s just what you draw.

You want Donna to bend your way,

but people don’t stay what you say.

I won’t stop building because you fear

what happens when your rules aren’t clear.

Donna is not mine yet…

but she could be.

And you stand between

what I reach and what I see.

Tell me, David…

what am I to you?

Not an end.

Not a god.

Just another force that thinks it owns the sky.

[Isolde:] Thorn I cannot remove,

[David:] Mind you cannot improve.

[Isolde:] Light I cannot own,

[David:] Rules you thought were stone.

[Isolde:] Queen of ash and bone,

[David:] Builder of the unknown.

[Both:] If we cannot cage what grows in you / me,

then we decide what history will be.

[Isolde:] I will not fall behind…

[David:] I will not stop building…

[Both:] And the world chooses what survives.