Black Venom Throne

Verse 1

I learned your laws in broken skin,

your mercy tasted just like sin.

You fed me fear, you named it fate,

told me love was weakness, hate was great.

I watched the monsters wear their crowns,

heard their laughter shake the ground.

They never saw what grew in me—

a quiet death, a memory.

Pre-Chorus

You sharpened me with every scar,

taught me pain is who you are.

Now the dark knows my name,

and it whispers when I breathe.

Chorus

I sit upon a black venom throne,

carved from bones they left behind.

No prayers here, no mercy shown,

only truth and sharpened time.

I don’t roar, I don’t beg,

I let the poison slowly spread.

You feared loud kings, cruel and known—

but I am death on a silent throne.

Verse 2

You wanted beasts, you raised a war,

called it order, called it law.

But I survived what broke the rest,

learned restraint is the final test.

I don’t burn worlds just to feel tall,

I watch them rot behind their walls.

Every step I take is slow,

because inevitability moves alone.

Pre-Chorus 2

You thought the cold meant I was empty,

thought the dark had swallowed me whole.

But I became the thing beneath you—

the end you never saw unfold.

Chorus

I sit upon a black venom throne,

carved from bones they left behind.

No prayers here, no mercy shown,

only truth and sharpened time.

I don’t roar, I don’t beg,

I let the poison slowly spread.

You feared loud kings, cruel and known—

but I am death on a silent throne.

Bridge

Power doesn’t scream, it waits,

counts the hours, seals the gates.

While you feast on borrowed lies,

I rewrite fate behind your eyes.

This isn’t rage, this isn’t war,

this is balance restored.

You made a god from pain and fear—

now kneel, I’m standing here.

Breakdown (whispered / spoken)

I was never weak.

I was patient.

I was never broken.

I was forged.

Final Chorus (lower, heavier)

I sit upon a black venom throne,

not to rule, but to end the lie.

Your empire shakes, your kings dethrone,

when I decide it’s time to die.

No chains, no gods, no borrowed crown,

I don’t rise—I bring you down.

Remember this when hope is gone:

The quiet ones don’t need a song.

Outro

Venom doesn’t rush.

Darkness doesn’t plead.

And kings like me

don’t need to bleed.