[Analogue tape hiss. A single cathedral bell tolls slowly across an empty valley. Wind whistles through shattered stained glass as a lone pipe organ breathes a deep minor chord. Gregorian monks chant quietly beneath distant thunder. After several bars, impossibly heavy guitars enter with sustained chords that resonate like collapsing stone.] Verse I Upon the fields… Where kingdoms bled… He walks among… The silent dead… No crown remains… No banners flown… Every empire… Turns to bone… The swords have rusted… The fires grown cold… Dust remembers… What flesh can’t hold… [The choir grows louder. Funeral drums begin their slow, ceremonial march like distant heartbeats.] ⸻ Pre-Chorus Every monarch… Every slave… Shares the silence… Of the grave… Every prayer… Every throne… Answers… The Lord of Bones… [A second guitar joins beneath the organ, thickening into a cathedral-sized wall of sound. Deep choirs answer every vocal phrase.] ⸻ Chorus Bow… Your weary head… Before… The countless dead… Ash… To ash… Stone… To stone… Every kingdom… Finds its home… Beneath… The Lord… Of Bones… [The guitars sustain impossibly long chords while orchestral strings mourn above them. A lone lead guitar cries like a funeral lament.] ⸻ Verse II I have gathered… Caesar’s dust… Broken kingdoms… Forgotten trust… Saint and sinner… Side by side… Every conqueror… Laid aside… The bells still ring… Though none remain… Only echoes… Call my name… [Everything suddenly falls away. Only organ, bowed bass and whispered Gregorian chanting remain. A haunting clean guitar melody slowly rises from the silence.] ⸻ Bridge No victor stands… When ages fade… No fortress keeps… The debt once paid… The sceptre breaks… The banners fall… The earth… Receives… Us all… [A mournful guitar solo begins, slow and melodic rather than flashy. Every note hangs in cathedral reverb while thunder rolls overhead. Choirs rise behind the solo until the entire band returns heavier than ever.] ⸻ Final Chorus Bow… Your weary head… Join… The countless dead… The bells… Will toll… For every throne… Every crown… Becomes… A stone… When heaven calls… No king remains… Only silence… Only names… Gathered… By the Lord… Of Bones… [The choir sustains the final words while guitars ring beneath an immense cathedral organ. The drums stop completely, leaving only reverberating chords and distant bells.] ⸻ Outro [The guitars slowly dissolve into amplifier feedback. The organ sustains one final minor chord while the choir fades into whispered Latin chant. Ravens cry overhead. A cold wind sweeps through the ruined cathedral.] “Lay down… your crown…” [One final cathedral bell rings. The organ falls silent. Only analogue tape hiss remains before fading into absolute darkness.]
