[Verse 1]
We were born in ash, in blood and flame,
Two hearts, one village—burned without a name.
He held a hammer, I held a blade,
Swore to protect what the fire couldn’t take.
We buried the past in sacred stone,
Built dreams on ruin and bone.
He said, “We’ll make them kneel or see—
We’ll forge a world that’s finally free.”
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[Chorus]
He was the dreamer, I was the flame,
He wore the crown, I bore the blame.
He reached for stars, I cleared the way,
But dreams, they twist when gods have their say.
I was his sword, his shadow, his shade…
He was the king, and I—his blade.
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[Verse 2]
He spoke of peace, but his voice grew cold,
With every conquest, a piece of his soul sold.
He ruled with fire, I fought with steel,
And we drowned kingdoms that refused to kneel.
But love… I never held it near—
Not for him, though he drew me near.
I saw a brother, he saw a throne—
And in the end, I stood alone.
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[Chorus]
He was the dreamer, I was the flame,
He wore the crown, I bore the blame.
He reached for stars, I cleared the way,
But dreams, they rot when gods lead the play.
I was his sword, his shield, his aid…
He was the king, and I—his blade.
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[Bridge – Spoken Verse, Low and Hollow]
In the rain, we met on the blood-soaked field,
His eyes still burned with what he believed.
He raised the blade I once watched him forge…
But I saw the madness.
And I saw the god.
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[Final Chorus – Slower, Cracking Voice]
He said I betrayed him, as he fell in my arms,
Still reaching for me through war and alarm.
"I just wanted you to see me..." he cried—
But I saw too much before he died.
I dropped his blade, and mine the same,
Both soaked in sorrow, rust, and flame.
He was the king I could not save…
And I…
Was the blade that carved his grave.
