Crown Through the Chaos

[Intro]
Teeth in the storm
Hands on the wheel
Breath tastes like iron
I don’t kneel
[Verse 1]
Woke up in the wreckage
Dust on my tongue
Eyes red
Every scar is a scripture
Every doubt
Something I shed
They buried me early
Shovel after shovel of blame
Now I’m digging up diamonds
In the dark
Calling my name
[Chorus]
I wear my crown through the chaos
Bent
But it never falls off
I was made for the fire
Built to bleed and not get lost
I stand alone in the thunder
Shaking
But I still sing
I break
I rise
I burn
I shine
(yeah) I’m a king
[Verse 2]
Voices like vultures
Circle around my fear
I let them get closer
Till they fade when they see me clear
I’ve been the knife and the wound
The flood and the failing dam
Now I’m the hand on the lever
Pulling hard
Becoming who I am
[Chorus]
I wear my crown through the chaos
Bent
But it never falls off
I was made for the fire
Built to bleed and not get lost
I stand alone in the thunder
Shaking
But I still sing
I break
I rise
I burn
I shine
(oh) I’m a king
[Bridge]
Slow breath
Fast heart
Old pain
New start
Tell me
What’s a throne
But a chair in the dark?
If I lose it all
I still keep one thing
Head high
Eyes open
I’m still king
Still king (hey!)
[Chorus]
I wear my crown through the chaos
Bent
But it never falls off
I was made for the fire
Built to bleed and not get lost
I stand alone in the thunder
Shaking
But I still sing
I break
I rise
I burn
I shine
I break
I rise
I burn
I shine
Yeah
I break
I rise
I burn
I shine
I’m a king

Dark cinematic rock built on pounding tom-heavy drums and a relentless piano ostinato; male vocals close-mic’d and gritty, almost whispered then exploding into full-throated shouts. Verses ride low, eerie strings and warped organ swells; chorus widens with bagpipes soaring in the high register over distorted organ, deep cello drones, and a half-time stomp. Bridge snaps into a faster tempo with rolling fills, then drops to sparse piano and breathy vocal before a final, towering chorus., strong, slow, violin, cello