[Intro – Bells tolling, distant shouting]
By order of the crown…
One flame will answer.
[Chain drop sound]
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[Verse 1 – Tense, fast]
Courtyard flooded, torches high,
Nine of us under a bleeding sky,
Guards in ranks but won’t meet eyes,
Steel drawn quiet — something’s wrong.
Nyx in chains at the marble stair,
Head held high like she don’t care,
King on throne but won’t look there,
Fear’s the only thing he wears.
“Prophecy spreads like poison breath,
One must fall to delay the rest.”
Darius shouted, “This is death!”
But the crown just called it “necessary.”
Crowd went silent, tension tight,
Lucien frozen in chapel light,
I stepped forward — blade held right —
“Touch her and we fight.”
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[Chorus 1]
Bend the knee — the tyrant said,
Drop your steel or join the dead,
Gold looks clean but it’s soaked in red,
When rulers tremble, soldiers bleed.
Nine under one red sky standing,
Faith in the throne collapsing,
If loyalty means abandoning —
Then what are we defending?
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[Verse 2 – Chaos erupts]
Executioner raised the blade,
Wind went still in the colonnade,
Nyx just smiled like unafraid —
“Hold the line,” is all she said.
Steel rang out before it fell,
Valen charged and broke the spell,
Guards drew swords — it went to hell,
Courtyard turned into a cell.
Darius blocking every strike,
Mira’s arrows cutting light,
Elric screaming, “For what is right!”
But the throne called it treason.
Nyx broke chains with borrowed steel,
But a dozen spears don’t miss or feel,
She took them all — refused to kneel —
Fell standing.
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[Chorus 2 – Heavier]
Bend the knee — the king declared,
Voice shaking like he’s scared,
Nine flames now — air impaired,
Smoke rising from the crown.
Nine under one red sun fighting,
Loyalty turned to lightning,
When justice dies in silence —
Empires start to drown.
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[Bridge – Breakdown]
Lucien stepped between the flames,
“Stop this now — accept the change,
Cycles break with sacrifice.”
I saw it clear in his eyes.
Not fear.
Decision.
Garron roared and swung too wide —
Blade in his back from inside.
Not enemy steel.
Ours.
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[Chorus 3 – Furious]
Bend the knee? We never bowed.
Castle shaking, crowd too loud.
Eight flames left in the shroud —
And the throne is stained in shame.
Nine under one sun broken,
Oaths in the smoke unspoken,
When kings start killing their own —
The kingdom is already gone.
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[Outro – Transition]
Ash in the courtyard wind…
Eight silhouettes within…
And somewhere above the smoke…
The red sun climbs again.
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