For the people asking for the lyrics here they are “[Intro] Soft oud, distant drums, desert wind [Verse 1] In the green of Wadi Hanifa Mud walls rose against the sun Muhammad bin Saud took Diriyah Seventeen twenty-seven, the first one Then came the pact of forty-four Sword and scripture side by side From At-Turaif the banners opened Across the Najd, the east, the tide [Verse 2] Eighteen eighteen, the cannons answered Ibrahim broke the city down The first flame died in smoke and silence A capital turned to broken ground Turki lit a second fire In Riyadh in twenty-four It burned two lives, then tore from inside By ninety-one they walked from the door [Chorus] Rise, rise, phoenix of Diriyah From the ash of the old mud town Fall twice, walk home a third time Put a kingdom back on the ground From the wadi to the wide horizon From the ruin to the open sky Every ending learned the same word We are not done, we will not die [Verse 3] Nineteen-oh-two, a night in Riyadh Fifteen men on the Masmak wall Abdulaziz came out of exile And took the fort that held it all Thirty years of dust and banners Najd and Hijaz drawn into one September twenty-third, thirty-two The Kingdom named beneath the sun [Chorus] Rise, rise, phoenix of Diriyah From the ash of the old mud town Fall twice, walk home a third time Put a kingdom back on the ground From the wadi to the wide horizon From the ruin to the open sky Every ending learned the same word We are not done, we will not die [Verse 4] Oil woke under the sand in thirty-eight Roads and towers learned the name Kings kept building what he started A fortress town became a flame Glass now stands where watchtowers waited The Two Mosques hold the pilgrim sea The desert learned the sound of engines The map learned how to be a country [Bridge] Then sixteen came a different rising Not a raid, a written vow Thrive when oil grows quieter Open doors and keep the vow Women walking into daylight Cities growing from the past Diriyah breathing as a living city First capital coming home at last [Final Chorus] Rise, rise, phoenix of Diriyah From the ash of the old mud town Fall twice, walk home a third time Put a future back on the ground From the wadi to the wide horizon From the ruin to the open sky Three states, one name, one unfinished fire We are not done, we will not die [Outro] Mud to oil Oil to vision Vision back to the first wall We are not done We will not die”