I don’t need the crown to stand tall I don’t need the flame to burn While the world above starts to fall I am the weight that never turns Steps in the dark, slow and sure Every tremor answers to me You scream for war, I endure I am the ground you cannot flee Pressure builds where no one sees Silent force, unbroken spine Hold the line, bend the knees Power lives in the low-end grind I don’t roar — I hold I don’t shine — I stay While the fire takes control I keep the void in place No glory, no display Just iron underneath You rise because I stay I am the weight that holds beneath Fingers bleed on steel and wire Discipline carved into sound No desire to climb higher I rule the floor, I own the ground When the chaos breaks the frame When the crown begins to crack I don’t move, I don’t change Everything leans on my back Stillness speaks in low vibration Every breath aligns with time Break above me — I remain! Crush the weak — I never bend! Foundation over domination I HOLD THE LINE — UNTIL THE END! I don’t roar — I hold I don’t burn — I bind While the queens and kings unfold I keep the spine of time No mercy, no relief No need to be seen You stand because of me I am the weight beneath the scream Low strings hum… the earth replies Not every god needs the sky
