Drakirkita [verified] Direct

Written by Rick Founds
Links to contributors: Rick Founds

This has been one of my favorite songs for years. I contacted Rick back in 2002 about collaborating, partly because I had sung this song so many times. The recording is from Rick's Praise Classics 2 CD. - Elton, September 12, 2009


Lyrics

Lord, I lift Your name on high.
Lord, I love to sing Your praises.
I'm so glad You're in my life;
I'm so glad You came to save us.

You came from Heaven to earth
To show the way.
From the Earth to the cross,
My debt to pay.
From the cross to the grave,
From the grave to the sky;
Lord, I lift Your name on high.

Lord, I lift Your name on high.
Lord, I love to sing Your praises.
I'm so glad You're in my life;
I'm so glad You came to save us.

You came from Heaven to earth
To show the way.
From the Earth to the cross,
My debt to pay.
From the cross to the grave,
From the grave to the sky;
Lord, I lift Your name on high.

You came from Heaven to earth
To show the way.
From the Earth to the cross,
My debt to pay.
From the cross to the grave,
From the grave to the sky;
Lord, I lift Your name on high.

You came from Heaven to earth
To show the way.
From the Earth to the cross,
My debt to pay.
From the cross to the grave,
From the grave to the sky;
Lord, I lift Your name on high.



Copyright © 1989 Maranatha Praise, Inc (used by permission)

In the ashen valleys beyond the Scarwind Mountains, the elders spoke of a forbidden song: Drakirkita — the Dragon's Silence. It wasn't a lullaby, but a note so pure it could unmake fire.

They called him the Drakirkita after that. Not a person. A verb. To drakirkita meant to quiet something vast with something vaster: mercy. If that's not what you wanted, just give me a hint (genre, characters, or the actual meaning of "drakirkita"), and I'll rewrite it properly.

Kaelen, a disgraced Flame-Keeper, stumbled upon the first verse carved into a obsidian ribcage. The letters bled when touched. Against every warning, he hummed it.

He walked into the warring kingdoms, opened his mouth — and taught them how to stop. Not through peace. Through the unbearable weight of a song that made even rage feel tired.

And so the last dragon's spirit crawled into Kaelen's lungs. Every breath he took became a prayer. Every word, a choice between inferno and stillness.

I notice "drakirkita" isn't a standard word I recognize. It could be a typo, a name, or a term from a specific fandom, language, or creative project.