Stairs To The Throne

Iron in my wrists, mold in my lungs

Dripping from the ceiling, counting ghosts in the drums

Chains hum hymns when the guards walk past

Names scratched deep where the torches can’t cast

Cold stone whispers, “you were born to kneel”

Crown on the ceiling you can never feel

Then I hear it sing through the mortar and bone

A pulse in the dark that ain’t my .own

Something in the deep of the dungeon wall

Like a heartbeat buried in the oldest hall

Runes light up through the rotten brick

Calling to my blood with a hunting click

I wrapped my fingers ’round the shaft of a cursed spear

Felt every bolt in this tower shake in fear

One step, two step, sparks on stone

Dragging that tip like a line to the throne

Doors flew open, guards went still

Point of a promise pressed under my will

If they locked me down here, they should’ve known

I’ll carve my way up every stair to the throne

First door opens with a coughing groan

Steel in their hands, but the spear’s my own

Runes start burning like a waking star

Every stab writes judgment in their armor scars

Blood on the bricks, bells in my veins

Every fallen body just loosens these chains

Shouts run ahead like a warning flame

“Prisoner’s coming and he’s calling your name”

Stairwell winding like a serpent spine

Every landing marked by another red line

Spearhead kissing every step I climb

Etching my verdict in the bones of time

I wrapped my fingers ’round the shaft of a cursed spear

Felt every portrait on the walls look away in fear

One step, two step, sparks on stone

Dragging that tip like a line to the throne

Banister cracking under holy weight

Every rung humming with a waking hate

If they buried me in shadow and left me alone

I’ll rise like a plague up the stairs to the throne

Hear the tip sing… ssshhh… listen to it hum

Every little scrape is a war drum

Every little spark is a funeral pyre

Climbing through the smoke of a dead empire

Cell to corridor, corridor to gate

Gate to gallery, gallery to fate

By the time I reach that golden room

The spear’s a comet dragging all their .doom

Let the doors swing wide…

LET THE DOORS SWING WIDE…

All their saints on the glass start to cry

When the spear draws circles at the king’s feet… slow

DRAG… THAT… POINT…

CROWN DOWN LOW

If justice sleeps, I’ll wake it in bone

IF THE LAW WON’T SPEAK, THEN THE SPEAR TAKES THE THRONE

Hands still shaking on the shaft of a cursed spear

Hear the royal choir choke on their fear

One step, two step, up to his throne

Drag that light through his ribs like stone

Crown hits marble with a hollow ring

Blood on the armrests, no more king

From the blackest cell to this shattered gold

I wrote my verdict in their castle’s soul…

With a cursed spear humming, “this seat’s yours now” And a trail of gold blood…