Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Caravan routes
Ash in the boots
That salt wind
Khazar khan court
Coin-lords in a vault grin
Steppe smoke
Horsehair strings
Blood-broth in a bronze bowl
Trade roads chokehold the globe
That's a long toll
Silk
Fur
Slave
Word
Weight on a small scale
Switch tongues quick
Flip flags when the law fails
Convert
Invert
Three scripts on the same scroll
State built strange
Mask faith but they chase gold
Raids in the reeds
River fleets with a pale sail
King bowws east
Priests feast on a stale tale
Tax every path
Path maps to the cash gate
Nomad math wrote graphs for the last state
CourCourt scribe cipher
Quiet as a black blade
Ink-daggers stabbing at the facts that the past made
From steppe dust up to sea-line bazaars
They learned you rule land best when you move through the dark

[Chorus]
dark

[Chorus]
Khazarian code in the bones of bank note
Old throne ghost in the glow of the glass phone
You think you chose
But you dance where the paths go
Same clan hand on the plan of the cash flow
Khazarian code in the bones of the bank note
Old throne ghost in the glow of the glass phone
Names all changed but the game never backed slow
Same clan hand on the plan of the cash flow (hey!)

[Verse 2]
Kingdom collapsed
Or just shed that skin?
Map says gone
But the script says "begin"
Court split
Drifted into ports with the raw grain
Sons wore crosses
Daughters took a law name
Merchant in the market with a soft oath
Rabbi in the robe
Judge under the cloth cloak
Ledger in the left hand
Right hand bless
Vow on a text while they vow on your debt
Married into crowns
Then crowned the accountants
Wrote rules
Cool
Then sold you the pronouncements
Coin-clan counsel in a quiet back parlour
Draw borders
Then draw interest on the squalor
Empire crash? they’re the first with an offer
"Fund both sides
Let the field fill with coffins"
From parchments to patents to plastic in your pay slip
Every age same play
Just a facelift

[Chorus]
Khazarian code in the bones of the bank note
Old throne ghost in the glow of the glass phone
You think you chose
But you dance where the paths go
Same clan hand on the plan of the cash flow
Khazarian code in the bones of the bank note
Old throne ghost in the glow of the glass phone
Names all changed but the game never backed slow
Same clan hand on the plan of the cash flow

[Spoken]
Empires don’t fall.
They relocate.
They rename.
They keep the ledger running.
So while we argue over symbols,
someone else is deciding the price of tomorrow.
Remember that…
when the chorus comes back around.

[Chorus]
Khazarian code in the bones of the bank note
Old throne ghost in the glow of the glass phone
You think you chose
But you dance where the paths go
Same clan hand on the plan of the cash flow
Khazarian code in the bones of the bank note
Old throne ghost in the glow of the glass phone
Names all changed but the game never backed slow
Same clan hand on the plan of the cash flow (hey!)
Same clan hand on the plan of the cash flow
Same clan hand on the plan of the cash flow (hey!)
Same clan hand on the plan of the cash flow