[Verse 1 — cinematic drones, neoclassical piano, cold wind FX, distant metallic echoes, nu‑metal underpulse] The walls whisper tales of treason, Truth buried deep without a reason. Stone keeps score of every vow we severed, Echoes of a kingdom once remembered. The ruler’s voice drips sweet persuasion, Turning fear into blind salvation. A gilded mask hides the rot beneath, A holy lie wrapped around a golden thief. [Pre‑Chorus — rising drones, bowed bass, faint armor FX, feedback swell, nu‑metal underpulse] Dread looms over like a warning sign, Chaos rises like a fractured shrine. Knights stand tall in their forged devotion, Blind to the truth beneath the motion. [Chorus — heavy drones, ritual percussion, battlefield memory FX, distorted rhythm drone, metallic scrapes, nu‑metal underpulse] Raze the hollow crown, Let the kingdom crumble down, Knights bravely march to ruin honor bound. Blessed by deceit, the people cheer and bow, Worshiping the rot they refuse to see now, All for the power behind the crown. [Verse 2 — darker drones, bowed bass, ghostly orchestral swells, sword‑memory FX, metal dissonance, nu‑metal underpulse] The banners rise in ghostly splendor, A spectacle meant to force surrender. Voices chant praise in a practiced sound, Blind to the blood soaking sacred ground. The wealthy whisper behind sealed doors, Feeding the fire that fuels their wars. Knights sent forth to claim new ground, Not for honor — but for the crown. [Pre‑Chorus — dying‑heart drums, veil‑lifting FX, reversed pick scrapes, nu‑metal underpulse] Drums beat slow like a dying heart, A kingdom drifting worlds apart. The people kneel to the crafted tale, Never seeing the hand beneath the veil. [Chorus — intensified drones, deeper distorted rhythm, chain rattles, ritual percussion, nu‑metal underpulse] Raze the hollow crown, Let the kingdom crumble down, Knights bravely march to ruin honor bound. Blessed by deceit, the people bow, Worshiping the rot they refuse to see now, All for the rising power behind the crown. [Bridge — eerie drones, supernatural FX, feather‑fall ambience, harmonic squeals, neoclassical swells, nu‑metal underpulse] A blackened feather falls through silent air, Marking the truth no soul will dare. Old gods stir beneath the stolen throne, Whispering secrets the rulers own. The knights return with haunted eyes, Seeing at last the crafted lies. But the people cheer the evil throne, Unaware they stand alone. [Final Chorus — biggest drone swell, slow tom impacts, distorted rhythm surge, feedback bloom, ominous fade, nu‑metal underpulse] Raze the hollow crown, Let the kingdom crumble down, Knights bravely march to ruin honor bound. Blessed by deceit, the people bow, Clinging to a faith that betrays them now, All for the glory of this illusionary crown.
