Track · Jan 16, 2026 · English

Throne in the Dark

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3:15

Language

English

Lyrics

[Intro]

Footsteps echo

Down that stone hall

Names carved in the wall

Most of them fall

[Verse 1]

Cold crown, iron on my head

Ink on my hands from the deals I bled

Whispers in the rafters, counting what I spend

Trust got teeth, bite marks on my friends

Frozen in the frame, I ain’t posing for the gram

I’m posing with the wolves, we just studying the lambs

Ghosts in the choir keep humming my sins

Every loss I took got sewn in my skin

Black coat drag when I walk through the gate

Stare through a man, see the cracks in his faith

Clock on my neck, but it bend for the king

Time bow down every time that I think

Back when I starved, I was sharpening the hate

Fork in the road, I just ate off the plate

Throne made of failures, steel in the seat

Sit in my scars, feel fire under feet

[Chorus]

Throne in the dark, I built it alone

Blood in the mortar, ice in the stone

Pray for my heart, it turned into gold

Heavy when I breathe, but I won’t let go

Throne in the dark, they circle and watch

Hands to the sky, but they want my spot

Storm in my chest, it rumble and roll

Throne in the dark, I sit in the cold

[Verse 2]

Eyes like a vault, you ain’t seeing what I hide

Rage in a jar, I uncork it when I slide

Vultures in a suit, tryna feast on the pride

Shake one hand, other hand on the knife

War paint smear when the rain come down

Still I stand still in a land shut down

Maps on the wall, red yarn through the towns

Every line drawn is a name crossed out

I don’t need mercy, I need results

I don’t need friends, I need adults

That can stand in the fire when the plan go wrong

And the choir go quiet and the night too long

[low vocal register] Every king fall if he blink too slow

[whispered vocals] So I cut my sleep, keep both eyes cold

Hunger in my bones, can’t fake that tone

If I lose this place, I’ll carve my own

[Chorus]

[Bridge]

[whispered vocals] Count my sins by the echo

[normal voice] Count my wins by who ate

If my name fade off that stone wall

I’ll still haunt this place

[crescendo] Let the brass talk for the anger

Let the choir sing for the pain

I don’t beg light for an answer

I make empire out of rain

[Chorus]

Style

rapdark orchestral trap hybrid with male vocals; cavernous choirs and ominous brass stabs over sliding low-end and skittering hats. verse rides a tightmenacing pocket with sparse piano stabs and distant bells; hook explodes with stacked gang vocalswidened choirsand extra brass accents. occasional chopped vocal fx and risers for tensionthen hard drops back to minimal for impact.orchestralmale vocalsenglish

Prompt

rap, Dark orchestral trap hybrid with male vocals only; cavernous choirs and ominous brass stabs over sliding 808s and skittering hats. Verse sits in a cold, focused pocket with sparse piano hits and

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Prompt by

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GeneratedJan 16, 2026

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