Eroica - The Reconing

Beethoven: Sinfonia Eroica... to celebrate the memory of a great man Not the emperor he became – but the hero I thought he was But that hero......... Died…….. I lost my hearing, not my sight I saw your soul in blinding light The child of war, the god of pains The warlord crushed by vain campaigns You crowned yourself – then blamed the world As if the storm was not self-whirled You danced with fate and dared to preach Then broke the very truth you’d teach You bled the world for your ascent Then dressed your crimes in “good intent” I saw you once as liberty But you betrayed my symphony You needed slaves to feel divine And crushed the truth to build your shrine You broke the oath you swore to light I struck your name, and I was right! "Emperor Napoleon" – Ha! Emperor of Elba! Emperor of Sand! Napoleon: Beethoven...... YOU...... YOU...... You paper knight! You crowned me with your melody Then cursed me for my clarity I carried fire through frozen lands While you wept ink with quiet hands You saw a god, then turned away When I became too real to play You judged me from your silent cell While I was raising hell! Don’t speak to me of honor’s path You never faced an empire’s wrath You scribbled notes in candlelight But never bled to prove them right You played with tones and crowned them grand I bore the crown with my own hand I shaped the world with steel and flame You scratched me out to save your name Eroica – a title that we once believed Now echoes of a dream deceived We wore the crown, we held the score Now carved in stone and written lore Napoleon: You loved the myth but feared the man Beethoven: You built a throne on sinking sand Napoleon: I was the roar, the cannon’s flame Beethoven: You were a echo, lost to shame We once were men – now mortal clay Our music lives – we fade away Eroica – the anthem still remains It plays beyond our earthly chains