Handmade lyrics V1: https://suno.com/song/6deee7f8-cc34-40da-a277-a500850599b1 ------------------------------ (Verse 1) In a city made of ashes, where the shadows play, Once a king among the ruins, now he’s lost his way. Crowned in gold, he walked the streets, with fire in his veins, But the whispers of the alley told a tale of pain. A heart of iron, tempered strong, forged in battles won, Yet the tides of fate turned bitter, leaving him undone. (Pre-Chorus) He danced with demons cloaked in night, With every deal, he lost his sight. Chasing dreams on shattered glass, The echoes of a haunting past. (Chorus) He’s a broken man in a broken land, Hollow eyes and trembling hands. The throne he built from reckless pride, Now crumbles as he turns inside. The crown, it gleams, but oh, the weight, Of memories gone, sealing his fate, In the ruins of a life once grand, He is a broken man in a broken land. (Verse 2) Once he ruled with heavy heart, now he carries chains, Beneath a sky of thunder, he mourns love’s refrains. The laughter of his children fades like smoke in the air, Silent echoes scream the truth: none are left to care. In the mirror, a facade remains, a ghost of who he was, A twisted smile concealing scars, a tale without applause. (Pre-Chorus) He turned to bottles, lost in dreams, Each sip a dagger, tearing seams. Yet through the haze, he sees the light, A flicker in the endless night. (Chorus) He’s a broken man in a broken land, Hollow eyes and trembling hands. The throne he built from reckless pride, Now crumbles as he turns inside. The crown, it gleams, but oh, the weight, Of memories gone, sealing his fate, In the ruins of a life once grand, He is a broken man in a broken land. (Bridge) Through the storm, he feels the urge, To rise again, to break the surge. With every scar and fading breath, He grapples with the taste of death. With ashes clinging to his soul, He fights to find the missing whole. In every whisper of the night, He knows he’s never lost the fight. (Chorus) He’s a broken man in a broken land, Hollow eyes and trembling hands. The throne he built from reckless pride, Now crumbles as he turns inside. The crown, it gleams, but oh, the weight, Of memories gone, sealing his fate, In the ruins of a life once grand, He is a broken man in a broken land. (Outro) So rise, oh shattered king, reclaim your throne, From the ashes of despair, let your spirit be known. For every broken man must one day stand, And fight for the honor of his scarred homeland. With the fire of the fallen coursing through his veins, He’ll forge anew a heart that knows no chains.