[Intro – cinematic orchestra, choir humming “O Fortuna” motif softly]
(female whisper)
The wheel is turning — it never stops,
Fate forgets the ones it drops.
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[Verse 1 – clean female vocals / low strings + electronic pulse]
We built our crowns on shifting ground,
Every rise demands a fall.
The hands of time are cold and proud,
They never favored one at all.
The king, the thief, the holy liar,
All burn beneath the same empire.
The threads of luck are spun from pain,
And fortune laughs at what remains.
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[Pre-Chorus – clean female vocals, subtle choir echo “O Fortuna” softly]
In the light, we beg for grace,
But every prayer’s a coin misplaced.
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[Chorus – massive / clean vocals + screams layered, orchestral percussion]
O Fortuna, you cruel divine,
You raise the weak, you drown the kind.
We are dust beneath your throne,
Yet every loss becomes our own.
Turn the wheel, let the fire spin —
We all fall where we begin.
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[Verse 2 – screamed male vocals / heavier rhythm guitars]
Blind devotion, sacred lies,
We curse the stars, then chase the skies.
No mercy hides in fortune’s grin,
She breaks the bones and calls it sin.
The beggar’s song, the tyrant’s hymn,
Both fade beneath her phantom whim.
All are one beneath her gaze,
A thousand ends, the same decay.
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[Pre-Chorus – clean female vocals, strings swell]
In the dark, our fates collide,
No one left to stand beside.
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[Chorus – full band, dual vocals]
O Fortuna, you cruel divine,
You raise the weak, you drown the kind.
We are dust beneath your throne,
Yet every loss becomes our own.
Turn the wheel, let the fire spin —
We all fall where we begin.
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[Bridge – ambient / choir + Latin chant in background]
(choir, softly)
> “Fortuna, velut luna, statu variabilis…”
(female voice over it)
We reach for gods, but none remain,
Only mirrors with new names.
The crown is heavy, the heart is torn,
We curse the hand that made us born.
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[Breakdown – heavy guitars + orchestral hits / screams]
Turn! Turn! Let it spin!
No saint escapes, no sin forgiven!
The wheel consumes, the world obeys —
We dance inside its flame!
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[Final Chorus – cinematic + full choir backing]
O Fortuna, you cruel divine,
You raise the weak, you drown the kind.
We are dust beneath your throne,
Yet every loss becomes our own.
Turn the wheel, let the fire spin —
We all fall where we begin.
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[Outro – slow, orchestral fade, faint choir reprise]
(female whisper)
Fortune turns…
and turns again.
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