Verse I The sky split open with a whispering flame, Ash‑crowned idols trembling at their names. They preached in silver tongues, forged in fear, But the echoes cracked — the truth drew near. Pre‑Chorus Shadows gathered where their halos bled, Every lie they carved now hangs by a thread. Chorus Falling false prophets, swallowed by the night, Your kingdoms built on trembling light. The veil you wove is burning from within — No throne survives the weight of its sin. Verse II They marched on pillars made of borrowed faith, Drank from wells poisoned by their own wraiths. But the storm remembers every vow they broke, And the wind returns each word they spoke. Pre‑Chorus Hear the rusted bells tolling in the deep, Calling every secret you tried to keep. Chorus Falling false prophets, swallowed by the night, Your kingdoms built on trembling light. The veil you wove is burning from within — No throne survives the weight of its sin. Bridge The stars turn black as the truth takes form, A serpent crowned in the heart of the storm. It whispers, “All empires end the same — In the ashes of the ones they claimed.” Final Chorus Falling false prophets, kneel before the flame, Your shadows crumble at the sound of your name. The world you twisted finally breathes again — And your fall becomes the reckoning hymn.
