[Instrumental intro: Orchestral brass swelling, rapid double bass drums, soaring violins, sudden transition to hyper-fast blast beats and tremolo-picked guitars] [Intro: Low growled narration, epic choir backing] Behold the monuments of the blind! Built on the bones of the deceived! They looked upon their empires of clay, And called themselves gods. [Verse 1: Fast guttural growls, aggressive blast beats, neoclassical keyboard sweeps] Upon thrones of gold and rotting wood, They watched the burning of the world they made. Deaf to the pleas, they understood Only the tribute that the dying paid. With crowns too heavy for their hollow heads, They marched the legions to a shallow grave. Reaping the harvest of the countless dead, With not a single soul they cared to save! [Chorus: Soaring operatic clean choir, rapid double-kick drums, heavy symphonic orchestration] Sovereigns of dust! Masters of decay! Your golden empires will wash away! Screaming at the wind, begging for the light, Drowning in the shadows of eternal night! Pride before the fall, the crown begins to rust, We bow to nothing but the sovereigns of dust! [Verse 2: High-pitched black metal shriek, technical drum fills, driving guitar riffs] They wrote their laws in blood and stone, Blind to the cracks in the palace wall. Each king a god upon a fragile throne, Too drunk on power to foresee the fall. "The sun shall never set on us!" they cried, As ash and soot began to choke the sky. Engulfed in flames of self-deluded pride, They watched their grand illusions burn and die! [Chorus: Soaring operatic clean choir, rapid double-kick drums, heavy symphonic orchestration] Sovereigns of dust! Masters of decay! Your golden empires will wash away! Screaming at the wind, begging for the light, Drowning in the shadows of eternal night! Pride before the fall, the crown begins to rust, We bow to nothing but the sovereigns of dust! [Verse 3: Mid-range aggressive death growls, slower heavy groove, dramatic violin accents] No monuments remain to bear their names, Just broken pillars in a barren land. The royal bloodline swallowed by the flames, The scepter slipping from the lifeless hand. They promised glory, promised infinite reign, But left a legacy of empty skulls. A silent kingdom built on grief and pain, Where only death and desolation rules! [Chorus: Soaring operatic clean choir, rapid double-kick drums, heavy symphonic orchestration] Sovereigns of dust! Masters of decay! Your golden empires will wash away! Screaming at the wind, begging for the light, Drowning in the shadows of eternal night! Pride before the fall, the crown begins to rust, We bow to nothing but the sovereigns of dust! [Instrumental solo: Blistering fast neo-classical guitar solo, dueling with a church organ, chaotic blast beats] [Verse 4: Whispered rasp growing into a ferocious roar, crushing breakdowns] Now crawl in the ashes of your great design. Drink the poison of your sacred vine. Now crawl in the ashes of your great design. Drink the poison of your sacred vine. The silence answers your forgotten prayers, As weeds reclaim the grand imperial stairs! [Pre‑Bridge: Slowing tempo, heavy chugging guitars, ominous operatic soprano choir] The sky turns to black... There is no turning back... The weight of the crown... Will drag you down! [Bridge: Full orchestral explosion, rapid-fire guttural growls, chaotic symphonic climax] BEHOLD THE END OF YOUR REIGN! Inherit the wind, inherit the pain! Your legacy is nothing but a shadow on the wall! The higher the throne, the greater the fall! Fall! Fall! Fall! [Coda: Haunting clean choir, solo acoustic piano, distant thunder] The wind blows through the hollow halls, Where once a thousand voices sang. The crown lies buried in the dirt, Where the final death knell rang. [Outro: Slow heavy guitar fade out, fading blast beats, wind noise, final deep growl] Just dust... Only dust... Nothing remains. [Intro: Low growled narration, epic choir backing] Beh
