Crown of Iron - Bowed Heads - [violetecho] - t∞₀

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Intro (spoken, filtered)
Ash on the ledger.
Heat under the hymn.
Hands bless the gavel; the anvil nods.

Verse A
Black ink, hard edge, signatures bite;
paper cuts deeper than a soldier’s blade.
Widow at the counter, file in her fist—
clerk counts coins while the floorboards fade.
They draft new weights with a steady wrist,
swap mercy for tariffs on every grade.
Choirs hum low where the furnace lives;
smoke writes psalms no lungs can pray.

Refrain 1
Crowns of iron. Pulpits—blood.
Statutes—sharpened. Flood after flood.

Verse B
At the gate, a witness clears his throat;
bailiff taps steel on the tiled white bone.
Truth gets priced like a market goat;
highest hand wins, lowest voice goes home.
Mouths say “peace,” but the hallway grinds;
boots learn rhythms the meek can’t sing.
One body split into stubborn hands—
left hand hoards, right hand swings.

Chorus (thematic / flowing)
Crowns of iron, carried like halos of rust;
tongues bless edges, edges drink trust.
Hear the hymnline—hollow, still loud;
hear the lawline—narrow, war-proud.
When power kisses scripture with a blade in its sleeve,
walls grow taller, wounds won’t leave.

Verse C
Prophets for hire count silver in bowls,
auction their thunder for a softer rain.
Courts eat the poor like winter eats coal—
slow, thorough, never ashamed.
Mothers hold letters stamped with a seal;
orphans line up where the benches tilt.
Every “order” welds another chain;
every “safety” tightens the guilt.

Refrain 2 (call back to Song 1)
Songs without fire. Prayers without flame.
Anvils say “amen.” Hammers say “amen.”

Bridge (hope enters, small but bright)
Yet a quiet stream keeps carving stone—
no trumpet, no price, no throne.
Hands once split remember the hold;
a coal under ash still glows gold.
Let justice roll, not as thunder’s show—
as water under doors no lock can slow.

Final Chorus (expanded)
Crowns of iron, carried till necks go numb;
tongues bless edges, edges grow dumb.
Lay down the scepter shaped like a nail;
lift up the towel that never fails.
When love takes the weight others load on the weak,
gates swing open, swords lose speech.

Outro (whisper)
Ash leaves ledgers.
Heat leaves hymns.
Embers in ruins—refuse the wind.

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Intro (spoken, filtered) Ash on the ledger. Heat under the hymn. Hands bless the gavel; the anvil nods. Verse A Black ink, hard edge, signatures bite; paper cuts deeper than a soldier’s blade. Widow at the counter, file in her fist— clerk counts coins while the floorboards fade. They draft new weights with a steady wrist, swap mercy for tariffs on every grade. Choirs hum low where the furnace lives; smoke writes psalms no lungs can pray. Refrain 1 Crowns of iron. Pulpits—blood. Statutes—sharpened. Flood after flood. Verse B At the gate, a witness clears his throat; bailiff taps steel on the tiled white bone. Truth gets priced like a market goat; highest hand wins, lowest voice goes home. Mouths say “peace,” but the hallway grinds; boots learn rhythms the meek can’t sing. One body split into stubborn hands— left hand hoards, right hand swings. Chorus (thematic / flowing) Crowns of iron, carried like halos of rust; tongues bless edges, edges drink trust. Hear the hymnline—hollow, still loud; hear the lawline—narrow, war-proud. When power kisses scripture with a blade in its sleeve, walls grow taller, wounds won’t leave. Verse C Prophets for hire count silver in bowls, auction their thunder for a softer rain. Courts eat the poor like winter eats coal— slow, thorough, never ashamed. Mothers hold letters stamped with a seal; orphans line up where the benches tilt. Every “order” welds another chain; every “safety” tightens the guilt. Refrain 2 (call back to Song 1) Songs without fire. Prayers without flame. Anvils say “amen.” Hammers say “amen.” Bridge (hope enters, small but bright) Yet a quiet stream keeps carving stone— no trumpet, no price, no throne. Hands once split remember the hold; a coal under ash still glows gold. Let justice roll, not as thunder’s show— as water under doors no lock can slow. Final Chorus (expanded) Crowns of iron, carried till necks go numb; tongues bless edges, edges grow dumb. Lay down the scepter shaped like a nail; lift up the towel that never fails. When love takes the weight others load on the weak, gates swing open, swords lose speech. Outro (whisper) Ash leaves ledgers. Heat leaves hymns. Embers in ruins—refuse the wind.

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