A:08 - 04. The Hollow Crown (Plague) By Echo Grey V.03

verse 1: A bell tolls through streets steeped in decay, “Bring out your dead,” they whisper, dismayed. The air is thick with miasma’s shroud, We live in shadows—our prayers screamed loud. Chorus: The hollow crown, the plague-kissed throne, Rats weave their kingdoms in halls of stone. We bleed and blister, life flees profound, History's breath is a hollow crown. Verse 2: Black spots bloom like grief on skin, The reaper knocks where light’s grown thin. “Lord have mercy,” the priests still plea, Yet death keeps its rhythm, relentlessly. Bridge: London’s lanes awash with dread, Saint-Saëns chants for the unburied dead. Ashes to ashes, the graveyards overflow, Mortality crowned in a dance macabre’s glow. Chorus: The hollow crown, the plague-kissed throne, Rats weave their kingdoms in halls of stone. We bleed and blister, life flees profound, History's breath is a hollow crown. Outro: We clutch at the veil, brittle and thin, While the hollow crown haunts from within.