[Intro – City Bells / Distant Screams]
Smoke over towers.
Children crying.
Sky turning red again.
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[Verse 1 – Urgent / Aggressive]
He didn’t wait for open ground
Didn’t choose some broken town
He struck where markets overflow
Where lanterns burn and rivers flow
Wings spread wide above the square
Fire braided through the air
Statues crumble, rooftops cave
He makes a stage out of a grave
And there he stands in molten rain
Voice amplified through heat and flame:
“Behold your hero.
Behold your king.
Watch how many die for him.”
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[Chorus 1 – Furious / Defensive]
THIS ISN’T WAR
THIS IS A GAME
You torch the innocent
To sharpen my name
IF YOU WANT ME
COME TAKE YOUR SHOT
Leave them breathing—
Or face what I’m not
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[Verse 2 – Dragon’s Ideology]
He lands atop the shattered throne
Carved from marble, now just stone
“You protect them. That is flaw.
Attachment is the fatal law.
Kings who cling to fragile ties
Fall beneath more ruthless skies.
Power stands where nothing binds.
Strength belongs to severed minds.”
Another blast — a tower splits.
He’s proving doctrine with every hit.
I feel the party brace, not flee.
Not behind me — beside me.
He wants me to rush.
To break formation.
To chase pride over preservation.
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[Chorus 2 – Strained / Internal War]
I COULD GO ALONE
END THIS FAST
Trade their safety
For a final clash
That’s what you want—
That’s your design
Separate the blade
From the line
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[Bridge – Chaos / Command Moment]
Tank’s already moving civilians out.
Mage freezing fire lanes.
Scout directing routes.
Healer pulling wounded through smoke.
No orders needed.
They’re choosing this.
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[Verse 3 – Decision Point]
I see it now.
He doesn’t fear our strength.
He fears our unity.
Because a king alone
Is predictable.
But a pack?
A pack adapts.
I raise the gunblade — not toward him—
But toward the sky.
“Evac first! Collapse routes east!
We cut his movement piece by piece!”
His smile falters.
Just slightly.
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[Chorus 3 – Ideology Clash / Explosive]
YOU SAY KINGS MUST STAND ALONE
CUT EVERY TIE
TURN HEART TO STONE
BUT POWER THAT FEARS CONNECTION
IS POWER THAT’S ALREADY GONE
We don’t break ranks.
We don’t divide.
If you want the crown—
You face the pride.
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[Outro – Ominous Retreat]
He ascends above burning spires.
“Then let them burn
for your lesson.”
And vanishes into cloud.
The city stands—
but barely.
War is no longer personal.
It’s philosophical.
ShadowSing
