An unexplored horizon in the southeast The power of the king is in the shadows Nameless in the darkness, moving through the night Faceless in the crowds that bow before the throne Every whispered secret, every hidden truth Flows back to the palace through the unseen hands In the silence, death is walking In the darkness, eyes are watching No mercy, no escape The shadow keeps the crown in place I am the shadow of the crown The blade that never makes a sound I am the shadow of the crown Where I walk, your blood runs cold on the ground Through the cobblestone alleys where rebellion breeds Through the noble halls where treason softly speaks I am the instrument of iron will The king's dark hand that bends the realm until Every enemy is buried, every traitor falls And the throne stands eternal over conquered walls In the silence, death is walking In the darkness, eyes are watching No mercy, no escape The shadow keeps the crown in place I am the shadow of the crown The blade that never makes a sound I am the shadow of the crown Where I walk, your blood runs cold on the ground No face, no name, no soul, no shame Just the shadow and the game Built on fear and broken bones This is how the tyrant holds his throne I am the shadow of the crown The blade that never makes a sound I am the shadow of the crown Where I walk, your blood runs cold on the ground The shadow of the crown... The shadow of the crown... Forever watching... Forever hunting...
