In the shadows of a golden throne, I’ve walked the halls, yet felt alone. A second son, a silver tongue, The bitterest songs are always sung. The world will bend and bow the knee Before this graceful royalty. When the throne is finally mine, No older brother's light will shine. I’ve been the fox, I’ve been the gale, The crack within the hero’s mail. You call it malice, call it spite, But darkness makes the stars feel bright. I’ve been captured, I’ve been killed, Yet I return as fears are stilled. Hidden in the dark, I wait— Knowing they will take the bait! By those who see the strings and pull, To keep the cup of chaos full. I’ve worn a thousand different faces, In cosmic realms and ancient places. I’ll burn the bridge and break the seal, Until you question what is real. A trick of light, a clever snare, A phantom hanging in the air. You think you’ve won? You think I’m gone? I’m just the frost before the dawn. No more waiting, no more "secondary," I’ll forge a different destiny. I’ve been the fox, I’ve been the gale, The crack within the hero’s mail. You call it malice, call it spite, But darkness makes the stars feel bright. So bow your head and play your part, I’ve mastered every lie as art. The universe is mine to break, For every breath is mine to take. Kneel before the crown you see... And you? You belong to me.
