[Intro – Throne room ambience, low strings]
By order of the crown…
Contain him.
(Slow inhale)
Too late.
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[Verse 1 – Cold, controlled menace]
Marble hall and banners torn,
Seven flames but something’s born,
King on high but looking worn,
He sees the change — I see the scorn.
“Your methods grow extreme,” he says,
Like mercy wasn’t what he bled,
Like Seris wasn’t left for dead,
By fear inside his head.
Guards step close with trembling spears,
I see it clear — they smell their fear,
Lucien watching from the rear,
Like prophecy’s sincere.
“You swore an oath,” the crown demands.
I look down at bloodstained hands.
“I swore to shield this land.”
Not you.
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[Chorus 1 – Heavy]
The crown devours its own,
Chews on bone and throne,
Feeds on fear alone —
And calls it peace.
Seven under blackened sky,
Truth no longer disguised,
When rulers start to lie —
Loyalty decease.
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[Verse 2 – Chaos erupts]
He gives the sign — they rush me fast,
Steel colliding, echoes clash,
I move like something built to last,
Cold and surgical in wrath.
Darius hesitates mid-stride,
Shield raised but torn inside,
“Stand down,” he says — but won’t decide —
Between the throne and I.
Lucien steps into the light,
“End the cycle here tonight.”
His blade drawn thin and white —
Not for them.
The king retreats behind his guard,
Voice no longer sounding hard,
Power’s fragile, breaks like glass —
When it meets a spark.
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[Chorus 2 – Bigger, more intense]
The crown devours everything,
Burns the oath and chokes the king,
Gold can’t stop what shadows bring —
When faith collapses.
Seven flames but fewer still,
One burns darker with the will,
If the throne demands I kneel —
It better kill me.
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[Bridge – Metal Rap Breakdown]
(Guitars slam, drums rapid)
YOU FED THE FIRE
YOU CALLED IT CONTROL
YOU SACRIFICED HEARTS
TO PROTECT YOUR ROLE
YOU FEAR THE FLAME
YOU HELPED CREATE
NOW WATCH IT TURN
INTO YOUR FATE
NO MORE CHAINS
NO MORE LIES
NO MORE HERO IN DISGUISE
(SCREAM)
I AM THE ECLIPSE YOU RAISED.
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[Chorus 3 – Climactic]
The crown devours and falls,
Echoes crack the marble walls,
Seven flames in ruined halls —
And none kneel now.
Black sun high above the throne,
Power trembling to the bone,
If kings must reap what they have sown —
Then let it begin.
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[Outro – Direct transition]
The throne is broken.
But the war isn’t over.
Five flames remain loyal.
One stands between worlds.
And the black sun…
Is almost full.
ShadowSing
