(Verse 1: The King’s Reign) Upon the throne of ancient stone, the tyrant king arose, A crown of greed, a kingdom's bleed, his power only grows. The fields were stripped, the coffers drained, the people begged for bread, But he built his halls with stolen gold and left his land for dead. (Pre-Chorus 1) The whispers turned to roaring cries, a nation forged in flame, And from the ashes rose the storm that swept away his name. (Chorus) Oh, who will rise when tyrants fall, who will claim the throne? The chains may change, but still we bleed; we’re slaves to the unknown. A kingdom crushed, a people torn, yet hope is born anew, But every ruler’s hand will show what darkness they pursue. (Verse 2: The President’s Rise) The people’s will, a promise made, a president they crowned, Yet power swayed his noble tongue, corruption’s root unbound. Factories roared and coffins filled, the weak were left behind, The cries of justice drowned beneath the greed that ruled his mind. (Pre-Chorus 2) But people’s faith turned into fire, their fury sparked the night, They tore him from his ivory tower, reclaiming their lost fight. (Chorus) Oh, who will rise when tyrants fall, who will claim the throne? The chains may change, but still we bleed; we’re slaves to the unknown. A kingdom crushed, a people torn, yet hope is born anew, But every ruler’s hand will show what darkness they pursue. (Verse 3: The Communist Leader’s Regime) A voice of unity and toil, the savior they believed, But soon the people's labor fed the lies they were deceived. No freedom’s light, no justice’s call, the shadows closed in tight, For even in equality, the wolves devour the night. (Pre-Chorus 3) And yet the people’s hearts endure, their courage still remains, They broke their chains once more, and rose to cleanse their bloody plains. (Bridge) King, president, and comrade fell, each worse than one before, But still the people raise their voice, for something to restore. Oh, will the cycle ever end, will justice take its place? Or will another tyrant rise to curse the human race? (Metal Guitar Solo) (Chorus) Oh, who will rise when tyrants fall, who will claim the throne? The chains may change, but still we bleed; we’re slaves to the unknown. A kingdom crushed, a people torn, yet hope is born anew, But every ruler’s hand will show what darkness they pursue. (Outro) And as the sun begins to rise, the people look above, Will power bring another scourge, or finally bring love? Oh, who will rise, who will rule next? The future lies unbound, In every heart, the seeds of hope, or tyranny profound.
