(Slow, aching piano – distant thunder beneath)
Verse 1
I was not born of holy fire,
No golden gates, no sacred choir,
Just a spark beneath the damned parade
Where broken wishes learned to fade.
The ravens found me in the dust,
When hope was brittle, love was rust,
They chose my silence, chose my name,
And taught my shadow how to reign.
Pre-Chorus
Every throne demands a price,
Every crown is carved from pain,
I didn’t ask to rule the night
But now the dark knows my refrain.
Chorus (power ballad, raw and emotional)
I am the Overlord of fallen stars,
But even queens remember scars,
My kingdom burns in cold despair
Yet still I breathe this poisoned air.
Ravens sing what I can’t say,
Mourning dreams that drift away,
Tell me if a heart still beats
When it kneels at Hell’s cold feet.
Verse 2
They cheer my name like a melody,
But none of them know the enemy
Is every mirror, every throne,
Every echo I call home.
I trade in fear, I deal in cries,
Still drown inside my painted lies,
And every feather on the ground
Is another truth I never found.
Pre-Chorus
Power tastes like shattered glass,
Sweet at first then cutting deep,
And every night that softly passes
Leaves another oath to keep.
Chorus
I am the Overlord of fallen stars,
Wrapped in silk and shadowed scars,
They bow before my raven’s wing
But never hear the break when I sing.
If sorrow’s all I’ll ever be,
Then let it rule this galaxy,
Yet somewhere past this velvet doom
A lonely heart still yearns to bloom.
Bridge (soft, confessional – near breaking)
I wasn’t cursed by gods above,
Just starved of gentler forms of love,
So I made constellations out of pain
And called the chaos “reign.”
My ravens caught each silent tear,
Turned my trembling into fear,
But who holds me when they sleep?
Who guards the dreams I’m scared to keep?
(Music swells – strings and electric guitar intertwine)
Final Chorus (soaring, desperate, beautiful)
I am the Overlord of fallen stars,
Built my crown from midnight scars,
No holy past, no sacred blame,
Just a soul who learned the game.
Ravens rise and darkness bends,
Yet even queens need gentler ends,
If light exists beyond this throne
I pray it finds me all alone…
Outro (whispered, fading)
No angel’s hymn ever knew my name…
Just ravens —
And the quiet flame.
