[Verse 1 – spoken, solemn] The flames are gone. The blades are still. And the voices that called — Drowned in the chill. [Verse 2 – whispered, distant] No light for the living, Only shadow to see. The paths are burned, Time will not free. [Verse 3 – sung softly] The crown lies heavy, The throne grown cold. She rules the silence, Her memory old. [Bridge – echoing, ethereal] A name dissolves, A curse remains. The stillness eternal, The silence reigns. [Finale – spoken, fading] And so it ends — Not with hope, But with what Was never forgiven.