[Intro] (heavy drums, faint thunder, deep brass swell) Hear ye, hear ye, the hour has come. No man stands above the crown. (No man stands above the crown.) [Verse 1] Chains on the floor, his robes in rags, Crown above him, banners sag. The King steps forward, cold as stone, His words cut deeper than any throne. “You wore my faith like a mask of flame, Built your church on my people’s pain. You sold their souls for your gold and gain, Now mercy dies in your holy name.” [Pre-Chorus] The guards step close, the bells don’t chime, This is the end of the Bishop’s line. [Chorus] Judgment of the crown, thunder in the hall, The mighty fall when the angels call. No prayer, no plea, no faith allowed, Your kingdom burns beneath the crown. [Instrumental] [Verse 2] Lute strings hum like a final breath, The torchlight dances, smell of death. The crowd’s gone quiet, no one speaks, The Bishop shakes, his voice grows weak. He says, “I served your throne, I served your grace!” The King says, “No, you served your face.” Guards draw steel, one final sound, The sword falls swift, his head hits ground. [Bridge] (choir rises, drums echo like thunderclaps) Gold turns gray, fire turns dust, Heaven don’t bargain, and kings don’t trust. Every lie wears out its thread, Every crown must bury the dead. [Final Chorus] Judgment of the crown, thunder in the hall, The mighty fall when the angels call. Your name’s been carved, your fate’s been found, No saints will rise, not for the crown. [Instrumental] [Outro] (slow organ, fading strings, distant thunder) Ash to ash, flame to flame, The Bishop’s gone, but so’s his name. The bells ring once… And never again.
