Shadows crawling through my veins,
Cold breath rising from the grave.
I hear the whispers of the damned,
Calling out the life I never had.
Broken bones of memories,
Crushed beneath collapsing dreams.
I scream into the rotting night,
But nothing answers back this time.
Every heartbeat feels like war,
Every step—another corpse I wore.
I’m wearing a crown of scars,
Raised from the ashes of dying stars.
Death walks with me, hand in hand,
Dragging grief across this land.
Pain is the throne I sit upon—
A kingdom built where hope is gone.
Tear out the pages soaked in dread,
The stories written by the dead.
This world is bleeding smoke and rust,
A coffin carved from broken trust.
Silence cuts like iron fangs,
Ripping through the ghost I am.
I carry sorrow like a blade—
A warrior forged from what decayed.
Every heartbeat feels like war,
Every step—another corpse I wore.
I’m wearing a crown of scars,
Raised from the ashes of dying stars.
Death walks with me, hand in hand,
Dragging grief across this land.
Pain is the throne I sit upon—
A kingdom built where hope is gone.
Let the heavens fall—
Let the darkness crawl—
I’ll stand inside the fire
And rise above it all.
My agony, my battle cry,
A vow carved deep so it won’t die.
I’m wearing a crown of scars,
Marked by the weight of who we are.
Death follows like a loyal friend,
But this is not my final end.
Pain forged the armor that I wear—
And I rise screaming through despair.