[Verse 1 – female clean vocals] They told us life would bloom like stories, filled with kingdoms, love, and glory. But all I found were empty roads, worn-out dreams and heavy loads. No magic beans to climb the sky, no perfect ending waiting high. Just broken hands and sleepless eyes — the truth we learn is never wise. --- [Pre-Chorus – clean, bitter but melodic] The world won’t bow for anyone… we bleed our way into the sun. --- [Chorus – groß, catchy, kraftvoll] No crown, no fairy tale — just the fight to stay and not to fail. No prince, no promised gold — just burning days and nights so cold. We rise, we break, we start again, in dust and dirt we learn to stand. If life won’t give us what we seek, we carve our kingdom from the bleak. --- [Verse 2 – male screams, energisch, direkt] You’re not the hero of the page — you earn your worth, you face the rage. A world of scars, a world of steel, where every bruise is something real. Fairytales don’t teach you this: the pain, the loss, the hit you miss. You claw your way out of the dark, ignite your flame, become the spark. --- [Pre-Chorus – female clean, intensiver] No fate will drag you to the light — you have to fight for every right. --- [Chorus – stärker, druckvoller] No crown, no fairy tale — just the fight to stay and not to fail. No prince, no promised gold — just burning days and nights so cold. We rise, we break, we start again, in dust and dirt we learn to stand. If life won’t give us what we seek, we carve our kingdom from the bleak. --- [Solo – melodic metalcore guitar solo, no vocals, emotional bends, aggressive rhythmic accents, endet in einem schnellen Lauf] --- [Breakdown – male screams, brutal, roh] NO HERO’S CALL! NO HAND TO SAVE YOU! THE WORLD WILL BREAK IF YOU LET IT CLAIM YOU! NO MAGIC PATH TO PULL YOU THROUGH — YOU BUILD THE ROAD BENEATH YOUR SHOES! --- [Final Chorus – female cleans + screams im Hintergrund] No crown, no fairy tale — just the scars that tell our fragile tale. No prince, no perfect throne — we rise from dirt and make our own. We rise, we fight, we fall, we grow — a life that hurts is still our own. If life won’t give us what we seek… we forge the fire from the weak. --- [Outro – female whisper] No stories written… only lived. ---

No Fairy Tale