Darker Days to Come

[Intro] [Low drones] [Distant bells toll] [Rhythmically spoken voice emerges from the darkness] [Verse 1] Shrouded in whispers and shadows, The streets have forgotten the sun. Every footstep sounds like a death knell, Every prayer another wound undone. The bells begin their mourning, Calling the faithful one by one. Come to the table... Eat your fill of lies... And praise the hand that loads the gun. [Pre-Chorus] The cloaked menace grows in power, The hounds already know his scent. And every year the chains grow heavier, While the crowd calls it consent. [Chorus] But there are darker days to come... Darker days to come... Crueler torments still unspoken, Waiting beneath the hum. Darker days to come... Darker days to come... The sky itself seems weary Of what we have become. [Verse 2] The rivers carry strange reflections, The forests whisper through the ash. The mountains stand like wounded giants, Watching empires rise and crash. Every promise has a price now, Every truth another thing to sell. The flies gather in great black clouds, Feasting where the fallen fell. [Pre-Chorus] The poison moves in silence, The sickness spreads unseen. And every throne demands another To disappear between. [Chorus] But there are darker days to come... Darker days to come... Crueler torments still unspoken, Waiting beneath the hum. Darker days to come... Darker days to come... The sky itself seems weary Of what we have become. [Passionate Guitar Solo] [Guitar weeps through sustained bends] [Lead melody rises and collapses] [Funeral drums maintain the march] [Tremolo textures swirl beneath] [Verse 3] The last flower bends and withers, Its roots still clutching poisoned ground. The cities crack beneath their monuments, The old ghosts gather all around. The rivers blacken. The forests burn. The mountains bow beneath the weight. And all beneath his prideful gaze, We celebrate our chosen fate. [Pre-Chorus] The funeral fire is spreading, The smoke obscures the stars. And still we build our altars From the wreckage of what's ours. [Final Chorus] There are darker days to come... Darker days to come... No hand is reaching from the heavens, No kingdom waiting beyond. There are darker days to come... Darker days to come... And this world will be our funeral urn, Long after we are gone. [Outro] [Distant bells return] [Spoken softly] The last flower withers... The last prayer fades... The last light trembles... And darker days come.