[Intro] [Cinematic dark ambient] [Deep orchestral brass swell] [Heavy distorted bass pulse] [Rhythmic breathing] [Verse 1] [Intimate, raspy whisper] King to King. No room for breathing. I am mountain, you are flint. Two sharp blades, no silken sheathing, No white flag, no softest hint. [Verse 2] [Add sharp trap hi-hats and snares] [Voice gets louder and huskier] God? Iβm God. And youβre the altar? No, youβre Godβand Iβm the flame. Neither one knows how to falter, Both of us despise the game. [Pre-Chorus] [Beat cut-off] [Heavy reverb vocalization] Black or white? The board is bleeding. Squares are cut by static knives. [Bass returns with maximum power] I donβt follow. Youβre not leading. We are wasting seven lives. [Chorus] [DROP: Massive 808 distortion] [Epic brass stabs] [Powerful, belted soulful vocals] Move the knightβIβll take the tower. Touch my neckβIβll snap your wrist. This is hunger, this is power, Two clenched shadows in the mist. "Yield," you hiss. I laugh in iron. "Bow," I breathe. You spit at grace. Lamb is locked with hungry lion, Mirror smashing mirrorβs face. [Verse 3] [Dark rhythmic soul groove] Check. Iβve caught your breath in wire. Mate. Youβve pinned me to the floor. Both are ash and both are fire, Both are screaming: "Give me more!" [Bridge] [Muffled, moody atmosphere] [Vocal fry, very slow] Every kissβa test of borders. Every bedβa trench of war. We donβt take no holy orders, We donβt count the final score. [Outro] [Maximum emotional intensity] [Voice breaks with passion] Stay. But don't you dare come closer. Go. But don't you dare to leave. Winner takes the heavy loser, Sewn together, sleeve to sleeve. [Fade out] [Final heavy brass note] [End]
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