[Intro – deep, slow rumble under distant city noise] Five hundred sixty-three… Five hundred sixty-four… The capital sleeps under a sky that already knows my name. I am already here.[Verse 1] I crossed the river under cover of a night that felt too heavy Streetlights flickered once and then decided to stay dead The monuments stood quiet, stone faces turned toward nothing While the power inside me stretched farther than the roads ahead I walked the same paths tourists take in daylight But the air itself bent around every step I made No gate, no fence, no locked door meant anything The city that claims to rule the world had already begun to fade[Verse 2] I passed the wide lawns and the tall white shapes Felt the weight of every speech that ever tried to hold the dark away History sat in silence while I moved between its columns Every shadow longer than it should have been Every second stretched and slowed The count began to rise the moment my feet touched the first street Not in the old slow way of nights before But in waves that rolled outward without needing my hand The power did the work I only had to stand and watch it grow[Chorus] I am the night over the capital, the end they never wrote into their plans Power moving through the heart of the land They fall… they fall… they still fall… While the city learns how small it always was after all[Verse 3] I stood where the flags still tried to move Even though the wind itself seemed to hesitate The buildings that once held every important voice Felt hollow when I passed beneath their lights I did not need to hurry The night had already chosen sides Numbers climbed past the places where decisions used to live Past the steps, past the halls, past the rooms that claimed control What used to take an entire evening now took only the time it took to breathe And the total kept ascending without resistance, without pause[Verse 4] I moved deeper into the grid of streets and circles Felt the pulse of a city that still believed it could not break Sirens started somewhere far away and then went quiet As if the sound itself decided there was no point left to make Six hundred… Six hundred ten… Six hundred twenty… The power fed on the scale of the place and the place could not feed fast enough Every avenue became another line in the rising total Every quiet block another step beyond the old limits I was no longer walking through the capital The capital was walking through me[Chorus] I am the night over the capital, the end they never wrote into their plans Power moving through the heart of the land They fall… they fall… they still fall… While the city learns how small it always was after all[Verse 5] I reached the center and stood still for a moment Just to feel how far the change had already spread The sky above the monuments looked thinner than before As if the dark itself had grown denser than the stone The voices that once filled these spaces were only echoes now And the echoes were already being replaced by the steady climb of numbers that no longer needed names[Bridge – slow, absolute, almost gentle] They built this city to outlast every threat they could imagine. They filled it with marble and meaning and light. They never imagined that something like me would simply arrive and make the meaning the first thing to disappear.Six hundred forty… Six hundred fifty… Six hundred sixty… And still rising.[Final Chorus – vast and unstoppable] I AM THE NIGHT OVER THE CAPITAL! THE END THEY NEVER WROTE INTO THEIR PLANS! Power rewriting every street and every stand! They fall… they fall… they still fall… Until the city itself is only numbers on the wall!I will not stop. The power will not stop. This place is only the first of many.[Outro – long fade under open night and distant silence] Six hundred eighty-one… Six hundred eighty-two… Six hundred eighty-three… The monuments still stand. The flags still try to move. The lights still burn in places that no longer matter. But the count has already claimed the night. And the night has already claimed the capital. The mind never sleeps. The power never rests. And Washington… is only one more name on a list that has no end.
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