Echoes of the Eternal Crown

(Ethereal, Cinematic, and Haunting)

Beneath twin moons of silvered glow,

A tale was spun in embered woe.

Two were born where stars entwine,

One of shadow, one of fire divine.

From cradles veiled in whispered fate,

A kingdom's love, a kingdom’s hate.

Bound by blood yet worlds apart,

One must rise, one must depart.

Echoes call where tempests weep,

Blades are drawn, the bond runs deep.

One will shatter, one will soar,

Which shall fate remember more?

Ooooh, the winds will sing their names,

Lost in time, yet still remains.

A throne of light, a throne of night,

Only one shall claim the right.

A sunlit blade, a moonlit crown,

One will stand, one shall bow down.

Fires rise where truth is lost,

Victory weighed against the cost.

The gods may watch, the gods may weep,

For destiny is theirs to keep.

Ashes whisper, rivers cry,

Who will rule, and who will die?

Ooooh, the storm begins to break,

Kingdoms tremble, hearts will quake.

Two shall meet where shadows burn,

But only one may yet return.

[Bridge] (Soft and eerie, then rising to a powerful crescendo)

Shadow bends and fire sways,

Sun and moon in endless chase.

One will falter, one will shine,

Balance held on fate’s thin line.

The crown is forged in oath and pain,

A heavy weight, a golden chain.

Two must walk the path of kings,

Yet only one may wear its ring.

[Final Chorus] (Massive orchestral swell, war drums pounding, choir chanting)

Ooooh, the stars will mark the way,

One must fall, and one must stay.

A choice once made cannot be free,

The crown will bind eternity.

"Two are born… yet one remains…"