[Intro] [The sound of heavy boots dragging through gravel. A deep, resonant church bell tolls once. A low, vibrating synth bass enters, sounding like a distant engine.] [Verse 1] I polished the armor, I sharpened the light I told them the fire would end every night I drew the first line in the dust of the world And watched as the banners of heaven unfurled. Now the sun is a memory, the sky is a bruise I’m the architect of the blues Walking the ruins of the walls that I built Drowning in silver, choking on guilt. [Chorus] [The beat drops with a massive, orchestral weight. A distorted gospel choir hums a haunting melody.] Oh, I’m carrying the sun in a rusted cage The lonely ghost of a golden age! Every step is a crack in the floor I’m the key that locked the door! (He’s the one! He’s the spark!) [Deep, distorted backing vocals] (The man who invited the dark!) [Verse 2] [The drums become a slow, tribal stomp. A gritty, bluesy electric guitar plays a mourning riff.] I traded the meadows for pillars of stone Now I’m the king of a kingdom of bone I find an old shield in a pile of debris It’s reflecting a monster that looks just like me. No hymns in the alley, no prayers in the hall Just the sound of the rain as the monuments fall I’m seeking a mercy that doesn't exist A holy man lost in a digital mist. [Bridge] [The music strips back to just a ticking clock sound and a haunting, operatic vocal loop.] Forgive the steel, forgive the flame Forget the glory, remember the shame! I’m breaking the sword, I’m burning the crown I’m pulling the sky back down! (Can you hear the bells?) [The church bell tolls again, but sounds warped and glitchy] (Can you hear the bells?) [Chorus] Oh, I’m carrying the sun in a rusted cage The lonely ghost of a golden age! Every step is a crack in the floor I’m the key that locked the door! [Outro] [The choir fades into a low, mournful hum. The sound of a heavy metal chest closing.] (The weight...) (The penance...) (The war...) [The music cuts out abruptly, leaving only the sound of a cold wind.]
