[*Low ambience, distant distortion, subtle feedback*]
[INTRO: Spoken / Distorted / Atmospheric]
[Spoken- cold, reverent tone]
Crowns are just rust.
Polished bones on borrowed thrones.
Prayers don’t echo
They rot in the mouths that beg.
[VERSE 1: Low Growl / Controlled Rage]
You built your heaven out of fear,
Stacked the bodies, called it law.
Painted halos on your tyrants,
Then named the silence “god.”
I’ve seen altars choke on ash,
Seen saints bleed just like men.
Tell me why your hands are shaking
If your faith is ironclad.
[PRE-CHORUS: Rising Snarl / Building Tension]
You swear your power’s infinite,
But it cracks when I arrive.
You cling to names and lineage
I only recognize the lie.
[CHORUS: Layered Shouts + Growl (Anthemic but Dark)]
I don’t kneel.
I don’t pray.
I don’t bow to what decays.
Your heaven’s just a story told
To keep the weak in chains.
I don’t kneel.
I don’t pray.
I don’t need your light to see.
If gods exist, they’ll die like kings
In front of me.
[VERSE 2: More Aggressive / Faster Cadence]
You crowned yourself in blinding gold,
Called obedience “grace.”
All I see are trembling hands
And terror in your face.
Your scriptures burn just like your flags
When truth cuts through the smoke.
You scream my name like it’s a curse
I don’t believe in hope.
[BUILD / FAKE-OUT: Whisper to Snarl]
[Whispered, panned vocals]
Say it again.
Say you’re eternal.
[Snarl, growing]
Say it louder…
Convince yourself.
[Drums pull back. Guitars swell. Silence for half a beat.]
[BREAKDOWN – GUTTURAL / SLAM / CROWD-KILLER]
[LOW, SLOW, COMMANDING GROWL]
What is a king… to a god?
[HIGH FRY / PIERCING SCREAM]
WHAT IS A GOD…
[FULL GUTTURAL / SUBDROP / SLAM RIFF]
TO A NON-BELIEVER?!
[AD-LIBS: layered and crowd joins in]
Nothing.
No gods.
No kings.
Burn it down.
[Breakdown continues …nasty, slow, punishing.]
[FINAL CHORUS: Stripped and Heavier Delivery]
I don’t kneel.
I don’t pray.
I don’t bow to what decays.
Your heaven’s just a grave you dig
To feel less afraid.
I don’t kneel.
I don’t pray.
I don’t need your faith to breathe.
I am what you fear the most
What won’t believe.
[OUTRO – Echoing / Apocalyptic]
[Low growl, fading]
No crown survives.
No god stays clean.
[Echoed whisper]
Faith dies screaming
When no one believes.
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