The good King (Golden Crown Remix)

:: CJ Ray ::

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:: CJ Ray ::

epic, ancient trance, anthem, hymn, techno

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:: Lyrics & Production by CJ Ray ::

:: The good King (Golden Crown Remix) ::

[1]
Once there was a golden crown, shining in the dawn,
Worn by a heart so pure and wise, the brightest ever known.
He ruled with kindness, hand in hand, through joy and through despair,
Now only whispers haunt the halls — the good king isn’t there.

[pre-chorus]
Yet in the quiet of the night, his memory fills the air,
A silent vow in every heart that he was always fair.

[chorus]
Oh, let the good king rise again, from shadows and from time,
To walk among his people’s dreams, their sorrow and their rhyme.
We lift our voices to the sky, through darkness we have known,
And pray his guiding light returns to lead us safely home.

[...]
[2]
Time has carved his name in stone, the echoes softly fade,
Still every soul remembers well the peace he gently made.
We stand beneath a broken sky, where fields are dust and gold,
And trade our fear for fragile hope in stories that are told.

[pre-chorus]
We speak his name in whispered tones, like embers in the night,
Believing he can hear our call beyond the edge of light.

[interlude]

[chorus 2]
Oh, let the good king rise again, from shadows and from time,
To walk among his people’s dreams, their sorrow and their rhyme.
We lift our voices to the sky, through every tear we’ve known,
And swear his guiding light will rise — to lead us safely home.

[...]
Oh, let the good king rise again, from shadows and from time,
To walk among his people’s dreams, their sorrow and their rhyme.
We lift our voices to the sky, through darkness we have known,
And pray his guiding light returns to lead us safely home.

[finale]
We speak his name in whispered tones, like embers in the night,
Believing now our call is heard beyond the edge of light.
Though crowns may fall and ages end, his truth is not undone,
For in our hearts the king still walks —
and dawn is yet to come.

[...]
[outro]

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:: Lyrics & Production by CJ Ray :: :: The good King (Golden Crown Remix) :: [1] Once there was a golden crown, shining in the dawn, Worn by a heart so pure and wise, the brightest ever known. He ruled with kindness, hand in hand, through joy and through despair, Now only whispers haunt the halls — the good king isn’t there. [pre-chorus] Yet in the quiet of the night, his memory fills the air, A silent vow in every heart that he was always fair. [chorus] Oh, let the good king rise again, from shadows and from time, To walk among his people’s dreams, their sorrow and their rhyme. We lift our voices to the sky, through darkness we have known, And pray his guiding light returns to lead us safely home. [...] [2] Time has carved his name in stone, the echoes softly fade, Still every soul remembers well the peace he gently made. We stand beneath a broken sky, where fields are dust and gold, And trade our fear for fragile hope in stories that are told. [pre-chorus] We speak his name in whispered tones, like embers in the night, Believing he can hear our call beyond the edge of light. [chorus] Oh, let the good king rise again, from shadows and from time, To walk among his people’s dreams, their sorrow and their rhyme. We lift our voices to the sky, through darkness we have known, And pray his guiding light returns to lead us safely home. [interlude] [chorus 2] Oh, let the good king rise again, from shadows and from time, To walk among his people’s dreams, their sorrow and their rhyme. We lift our voices to the sky, through every tear we’ve known, And swear his guiding light will rise — to lead us safely home. [...] Oh, let the good king rise again, from shadows and from time, To walk among his people’s dreams, their sorrow and their rhyme. We lift our voices to the sky, through darkness we have known, And pray his guiding light returns to lead us safely home. [finale] We speak his name in whispered tones, like embers in the night, Believing now our call is heard beyond the edge of light. Though crowns may fall and ages end, his truth is not undone, For in our hearts the king still walks — and dawn is yet to come. [...] [outro]

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