Dream Beyond My Throne
Star Wars - The Old Republic · Sith Mothers
The story in the song
What would Sith mothers sing to children destined to surpass them? "Dream Beyond My Throne" is a Star Wars: The Old Republic lullaby about maternal love shaped by ambition: a mother dreams of raising the hand that will one day make her kneel.
An imagined anthology of familiar women and original Sith mothers. The babies and adult Vaylin's maternal future are What If interpretations, not claims of canonical parenthood.
Released
Lyrics
The galaxy will learn to fear your name.
I get to sing it first.
Your little fist around my hand,
Already learning to command.
I kiss the hunger in your grip;
Let no one teach it to submit.
They'll call it peace to want no more -
A silken chain, a bolted door.
Let passion teach your heart to beat
Too fiercely ever to retreat.
Let longing be the strength you wield;
Let power make the heavens yield.
Each victory, another chain
To break and never wear again.
Dream, little storm, beyond my throne;
Let all the stars become your own.
Grow past the reach of my command;
Make ancient powers fear your hand.
Let every chain fall at your feet;
Let empires tremble in their sleep.
And when they kneel, remember me -
The first who sang what you could be.
Where ancient Sith lie sealed in stone,
You'll earn what birth could never own.
Let pain put iron in your spine;
The weak bring shame upon our line.
When smiling masters call you dear,
Learn what it is they truly fear.
Then let the power they hoped to tame
Become the terror of your name.
Dream, little storm, beyond my throne;
Let all the stars become your own.
Grow past the reach of my command;
Make ancient powers fear your hand.
Let every chain fall at your feet;
Let empires tremble in their sleep.
And when they kneel, remember me -
The first who sang what you could be.
Dream of a thousand ships in line,
Their captains waiting for a sign.
One movement of that little hand,
And worlds will fall at your command.
The names I learned to fear will fade
Beneath the legend you have made.
If I become the wall you face,
Then break through me and take my place.
No love of mine shall be your chain;
No debt of blood shall bind your reign.
The mighty kneel in fear of me;
Become the one who bends my knee.
Dream, little storm, beyond my throne;
Let all the stars become your own.
Outgrow the hand that held you first;
Be all I dared, and something worse.
Let every chain fall at your feet;
Let empires tremble in their sleep.
And when I kneel, the stars will know:
I raised the hand that laid me low.
Dream, little storm. Through the Force, be free.
Too great for chains.
Too great for me.
KEEP LISTENING · Star Wars - The Old RepublicA Future Worth Saving