INTRO | Aizen] Well, well… Arden Drakonis. Son of the Void, heir to the throne, Sitting in your chair like you built it from bone. Got the dragon blood, got the crimson stare, Got enough jewelry to sink the Abyss down there. You walk in slow like the world’s on pause, Giving evil monologues without a cause. Cigarette dangling like you’re king of the night… But Arden… You still can’t dress yourself without twelve chains in sight. 😏 ⸻ [VERSE 1 | Aizen] Rose on your collar, red gem on your chest, Three different necklaces fighting for the best. Tailored black coat, aristocrat pose, Every time you turn around another damn rose. You call yourself dangerous, I call it dramatic. You call yourself mysterious, I call it problematic. Dragon-born prince with a stare so cold, But you spend twenty minutes deciding which coat to unfold. You command the Abyss like a lord of the dead… Meanwhile I’m wondering who’s styling your head. ⸻ [PRE-CHORUS] You got the horns, You got the claws, You got the ancient blood and aristocratic laws. But when the Crimson Jester enters the room… Even dragons make room. 🃏 ⸻ [CHORUS] Arden, Arden, Dragon Drakonis, All that royal blood but you’re still one of us. Void in your veins and a rose on your coat, Talk like a king while you’re missing the joke. Arden, Arden, don’t take it hard, I’m just throwing roses while I’m playing my cards. You’re the Lord of the Abyss, I’m the Jester of the night… So take this little disTrack as a friendly fight. ⸻ [VERSE 2 | Aizen] You sit on your throne with your tumbler in hand, Looking like you’re about to conquer the land. Then someone asks, “Arden, what’s your plan?” You take one sip… “I have a plan.” That’s it. No explanation. No elaboration. Just dramatic silence and an ominous stare. Brother, you can’t keep intimidating furniture. 😂 Your dragonic aura makes the candles shake, Your presence alone makes the chandeliers quake. But I’ve got one question before you start roaring: Why does every outfit look like you’re attending your own coronation? ⸻ [BRIDGE | Aizen, spoken] Arden… I respect the dragon blood. I respect the Void. I even respect the ridiculous amount of roses. But there’s something you need to understand. You may own the Abyss… beat drops …but I own the stage. ⸻ [BREAKDOWN] Who brings the roses? Arden! BACKING VOCALS: Arden! Who brings the chains? Arden! BACKING VOCALS: Arden! Who needs seven accessories just to enter a room? Arden! BACKING VOCALS: ARDEN! And who’s getting roasted tonight? THE DRAGON! Aizen laughs. “Relax, Arden. I’m only warming up.” ⸻ [FINAL CHORUS] Arden, Arden, Dragon Drakonis, Void-born royalty with a wardrobe of ominous. Black coat flowing, red roses glowing, Every step you take has the whole Abyss knowing. Arden, Arden, my brother in flame, You can keep the throne, I’ll keep the fame. No blood, no hatred, just a theatrical fight… The Dragon meets the Jester beneath the crimson light. ⸻ [OUTRO | Aizen] You know I love you, Arden. But seriously… Take off one of those necklaces. You have enough chains to imprison the entire carnival. HAHAHAHA! 🎪🩸 THE CRIMSON JESTER HAS LEFT THE BUILDING
