[Intro] (重厚なオーケストラの調べ。遠くで鳴り響く軍靴の音と、抜き放たれる剣の鋭い音―― 「キィィィン！」) (激しい雨の音と、雷鳴が混ざり合う) [Verse 1] 崩れ落ちた玉座の影で 小さな肩が 震えてた 泥にまみれた 血の指輪 踏みつけて 暗い空を睨んだ [Pre-Chorus] (静寂の中に、一歩ずつ歩む足音) 「怖いか？」なんて 聞くまでもない 逃げ出す道は とうに閉ざされた (剣がぶつかり合う火花のような音 ―― 「ガキィィィン！」) [Chorus] 爪が王を倒した日 震える手で 掴み取った正義 泣きながら 叫びながら 汚れた王冠 蹴り飛ばした 爪が王を倒した日 弱さのままで 修羅になった [Verse 2] (リズムが速まり、ドラムが心臓の鼓動のように響く) 睨みつけるだけで 世界が変わるなんて 思っちゃいない でも黙るたびに 頷くたびに 心の中で 誰かが死んでいく (何かが崩れ落ちる重低音) [Chorus] 爪が王を倒した日 震える手で 刻みつけた正義 泣きながら 叫びながら 偽りの支配を 斬り裂いた 爪が王を倒した日 臆病者のままで 立ち上がった [Bridge] (曲調がドラマチックに転換。激しい剣劇のSE ―― 「シュッ！」「ガキィィン！」「ドサッ」) 「地獄へ行け」と 胸が問う 「それでも行け」と 声がする (Hey!) 傷だらけの掌（てのひら） 光を掴むまで もう二度と離さない！ [Guitar Solo / Battle Interlude] (激しいギターソロ。背後で鳴り響く怒号と、金属が擦れ合う音。最後に王座が真っ二つに割れる音 ―― 「バキィィィン！！」) [Final Chorus] 爪が王を倒した日 震える手で 手にした真実 泣きながら 笑いながら 転がる玉座に 背を向けた 爪が王を倒した日 小さな傷跡が 自由の旗になった [Outro] (雨が止み、静かなピアノの旋律へ) (鞘に剣を収める音 ―― 「チャキッ」) (遠くで鳥のさえずり。夜が明けていく音) 爪が王を倒したんだ…… 僕らが、変えたんだ。 (Fade out) [Intro] (A heavy orchestral arrangement begins. In the distance, the sound of marching boots and the sharp ring of a sword being drawn — “Kliiing!”) (The sound of heavy rain mingles with the rumble of thunder) [Verse 1] In the shadow of a throne crumbling to dust Small shoulders were trembling in the cold A blood-stained ring buried in the mud I ground it under my heel and glared at the darkened sky [Pre-Chorus] (Footsteps approaching one by one through the silence) “Are you afraid?” No need to even ask The path of escape was closed off long ago (The sound of clashing blades sparking — “Clang!”) [Chorus] On the day the claw toppled the king With trembling hands, I seized my own justice While weeping, while screaming I kicked away that filth-ridden crown On the day the claw toppled the king Remaining weak, I chose the path of the Asura [Verse 2] (The tempo quickens; drums pulse like a racing heartbeat) I never believed a single glare Could actually change the world But every time I stayed silent, every time I nodded Someone inside my heart began to die (A heavy low-end sound of something collapsing) [Chorus] On the day the claw toppled the king With trembling hands, I carved out my justice While weeping, while screaming I ripped through a reign built on lies On the day the claw toppled the king Remaining a coward, I stood my ground at last [Bridge] (The melody shifts dramatically. Intense sword-fighting SE — “Swoosh!” “Clang!” “Thud!”) “Go to hell,” my heart demands “Go there anyway,” a voice commands (Hey!) These palms are covered in scars Until I grasp the light, I’ll never let go again! [Guitar Solo / Battle Interlude] (Blazing guitar solo. Background sounds of war cries and grinding metal. Finally, the sound of the throne splitting in two — “CRACK-BOOM!!”) [Final Chorus] On the day the claw toppled the king With trembling hands, I grasped the truth While weeping, while laughing I turned my back on the rolling throne On the day the claw toppled the king Those tiny scars became the banner of our freedom [Outro] (The rain stops, transitioning to a quiet piano melody) (The sound of a sword clicking into its scabbard — “Chakki”) (Distant birdsong. The sound of a new dawn breaking) The claw... it really toppled the king. We were the ones... who changed it all. (Fade out)
