(Spoken Intro) Lay down your swords. Not because I fear them... Because they have already done everything they were ever going to do. Wars are won long before iron kisses flesh. Kings pray. Heroes charge. My father throws lightning. I move one thought... and nations call it destiny. If you hate me... then outthink me. Verse I Born with a helmet, born with a plan, Steel in my lungs before I could stand. They call me favored, whisper my name, As if inheritance can master the game. Bring me your kingdoms, your banners, your gold, I'll weigh every promise before it is told. Your beauty's a blossom that winter will claim, My victories outlive the memory of names. You sharpen your sword, I sharpen the field, You pray for mercy—I never have kneeled. The loudest in triumph are first to collapse; The quietest mind writes history's maps. Pre-Chorus Don't call it fury. Don't call it pride. I simply remove What truth cannot hide. Chorus Reason wears my face. Stand your ground—know your place. Bring your crown, your shining proof, I'll test the stone beneath your roof. Beauty fades. Glory dies. Only wisdom never lies. Call me cruel if that's your choice— History keeps my voice. Verse II I watched proud weavers challenge the thread, Certain their hands surpassed what I bred. Skill earns respect—but arrogance pays; The loom remembers the price of that praise. I've seen marble queens polished bright, Certain their mirror could conquer the light. The stars owe nothing to vanity's flame; The heavens forget the loudest acclaim. Heroes arrive with dust on their feet, Bleeding and broken, refusing defeat. Those are the souls I quietly defend; Courage is earned—it cannot pretend. Pre-Chorus II A crown is borrowed. A throne is stone. Only your choices Remain your own. Chorus Reason wears my face. Stand your ground—know your place. Every challenge, every throne, Every lie I've overthrown. Bring your pride—I bring the proof. Bring your boasts—I raise the roof. If you win, you've earned your name. If you lose... don't curse the game. Bridge (music drops to strings and distant choir) Do you know why I favor heroes? Not because they worship. Not because they kneel. A frightened soul can kneel. A coward can pray. But to stand... To stand when defeat has already spoken... To choose duty over comfort... That... That is wisdom wearing mortal skin. Final Verse My father's thunder shakes the skies. Mine is quieter... and far more precise. Lightning burns once; judgment remains. Empires remember invisible chains. Call me daughter, call me queen, Call me every ruthless thing you've seen. I never asked your love or grace; Only that you argue your case. If I seem distant, if I seem cold, It's because truth is heavier than gold. I'll bear its weight until time is through... Can you? Final Chorus Reason wears my face. Stand your ground—know your place. Raise your voice, defend your claim; Every answer feeds the flame. Wars may end and kings may fall, Wisdom outlives all. When the last proud monument breaks, When the last bright banner fades, When the last sword rusts away... You'll still hear my footsteps... Already three moves ahead. (Spoken Outro) You call it arrogance. I call it being right... ...again.
