We Still Stand

Lyrics

In the shadow of the Andes high,
where the silent condors fly,
a warrior walks through mist and stone,
the last survivor, all alone.

The empire burned in fields of gold,
betrayed by greed, destroyed by cold.
But in his veins the fire remains,
the spirit no one ever chained.

He hears the voices in the wind,
calling the lost to rise again.

I am the Last Inka, forged in flame,
guardian of a fallen name.
From sacred mountains I descend,
the sun and storm are my only friends.

I am the Last Inka, born to fight,
keeper of the ancient light.
Though kingdoms fall and rivers dry,
the heart of the Andes never dies.

Moonlight shines on ruined halls,
on broken gods and shattered walls.
The drums of war still haunt the night,
echoes from the final fight.

He lifts his father’s blade on high,
and swears beneath the burning sky:
“No foreign crown shall claim this land,
while blood and steel are in my hands.”

The mountains tremble at his cry,
like thunder rolling through the sky.

I am the Last Inka, forged in flame,
guardian of a fallen name.
From sacred mountains I descend,
the sun and storm are my only friends.

I am the Last Inka, born to fight,
keeper of the ancient light.
Though kingdoms fall and rivers dry,
the heart of the Andes never dies.

Ancient voices call his name…
Fire runs beneath his veins…

Rise again…
Rise again…

Through jungle dark and desert wide,
the souls of warriors ride beside.
And when the morning sun appears,
it burns away a thousand fears.

I am the Last Inka, hear my roar,
the eagle rises once more.
Empires crumble into sand,
but legends live beyond the land.

I am the Last Inka…
the final king of the Andes.

Beyond the mountains…
The fire survives…