[Intro]
(Bourdonnement industriel sourd. Un rythme de tambour lourd et lent, comme une marche funèbre qui s'accélère.)
[Verse 1 – Fire Beneath the Peace]
(Chant bas, menaçant, presque un murmure)
While forging blades, you prattle on of peace,
Security is sought as blood and wars increase.
Beneath the flags, fear is the only creed they teach,
The world watches hate drool on all it cannot reach.
(Entrée de la basse et des guitares lourdes)
No more ambition paid in screams and suffering,
But reason bows when fear becomes the king.
A voice like cannon thunder that no one can defy,
And already, rage rewrites the prayer into a lie.
[Chorus – The Collapse]
(Explosion sonore, distorsion totale)
Demented King, your breath is charred and wrack,
Hate drinks the people's scorn, there is no turning back.
The throne is but a coffin where your reign must die.
Madness no longer rules—it bleeds beneath the sky.
[Verse 2 – The Cracking Throne]
(Rythme plus rapide, plus d'agressivité)
The soldiers doubt, the generals turn and flee,
The palace reeks of dread, fangs of insanity.
How can the world’s keys rest in a mind so flawed?
You don’t argue with madness; you pray to fraud.
Patriotism was nothing but a hostage cell,
A torn-out shriek within this sinking hell.
A lost child trapped inside a tyrant’s shell,
Inventing wars to ring his hollow bell.
[Verse 3 – The Strategy of Nothingness]
(Intensité maximale, chaos sonore)
Grand speeches are but delusions labeled "strategy,"
Missile threats for those who spoke of sanity.
Politics becomes a parody, a Russian roulette game,
Partners treated like pawns quit the board in shame.
As if history had taught no lesson, left no trace,
Like a match in the pocket ready to burn the place.
Stupidity built deep into the state’s cold law,
The empire rots and burns within its own jagged claw.
[Bridge – The Fall]
(Ralentissement brutal, son lourd et écrasant. Chant hurlé)
The hope to strike fear finally dies away,
Only cold indifference meets your last display.
The throne is stripped, dry mouth and heart of rust,
Screaming at a world that met your madness with disgust.
From the carcass of power, only dust will rise,
The echo fades where the ash of battle lies.
[Interlude – The Declaration]
(Silence soudain. Juste une nappe de synthé glaciale. Parlé avec une urgence douce)
But here, we are the proof:
The homeland is not a soil, but an outstretched arm.
[Final Chorus – The Collapse]
(Final monumental, mur de son orchestral et métal)
Demented King, your breath is charred and wrack,
Hate drinks the people's scorn, there is no turning back.
The throne is but a coffin where your reign must die.
Madness no longer rules—it bleeds beneath the sky.
[Outro]
(Bruits de décombres, feedback de guitare s'éteignant lentement)
And the world, frozen, watches the collapse.
[End]
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