[Intro – Whispered Choir]
In dust and blood, the arena breathes,
Gods look down, mankind believes.
Two crowns rise from shadowed thrones—
One born of heaven, one forged alone.
[Verse I – Hades]
I walk with the weight of the dead behind,
A thousand souls in every stride.
King of the underworld, sworn and bound,
To rule in silence beneath the ground.
Gold and fear obey my hand,
Order carved in law and land.
I ask the man who dares stand tall—
What makes a king when empires fall?
[Verse II – Qin Shi Huang]
I smile beneath the bleeding sky,
Scarred by fate, yet standing high.
No gods behind me, no chains above,
Only my people, only my love.
I ruled through pain, through cursed breath,
Through shattered bones and staring death.
I didn’t kneel when heaven roared—
I became the shield, not just the sword.
[Pre-Chorus – Qin]
A king does not beg.
A king does not hide.
A king never trembles
With fear in his eyes.
[Chorus – Qin (Choir rising)]
A king never wavers, never bends,
Never leans on borrowed hands.
He stands alone when the world breaks through,
And bleeds so his people never do.
No crown of gods, no fate divine—
I am king because I choose the line.
Between despair and hope I stand—
That is a king. That is command.
[Verse III – Hades]
Your words strike deeper than any blade,
Not born of heaven, yet unafraid.
You carry no throne the gods bestowed,
Yet every step—you bear the load.
I ruled the dead with iron decree,
But you rule the living willingly.
Tell me, mortal, crowned in pain—
Do you not fear loss? Do you not strain?
[Bridge – Qin (Quiet, resolute)]
Fear? I buried it long ago.
With every life I swore to know.
If I fall, then let me fall proud—
A king bows not, not even now.
[Chorus II – Duel Version]
Steel meets wrath, earth splits wide,
King versus king—no place to hide.
One born a god, one made by will,
Two crowns collide, the world stands still.
Never bend. Never kneel.
Never yield what you feel is real.
If destiny calls for my defeat—
I’ll meet it standing on my feet.
[Final Chorus – Full Choir]
A king never wavers, never breaks,
Never forsakes the vows he makes.
He shields the weak, defies the sky,
Even if it means he has to die.
God or man—it matters none,
A true king’s war is never done.
Not in victory, not in defeat—
But in the hearts he chose to keep.
[Outro – Hades, low and solemn]
…Then stand, Qin Shi Huang.
Not as a man.
Not as a god.
But as a king.
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