[Intro – Low choir + distant drums] Gold on the throne… Cracks in the stone… Something is coming. ⸻ [Verse 1] Feast in the hall, goblets raised high, Victory chants to drown the night, Torches burning steady and bright, But shadows stretched too far in the light. Prophet dragged in, chains on his wrists, Said, “Red sun rises — kingdom won’t resist. Ten flames strong but one will twist, Nine will fade in the crimson mist.” Laughter echoed, Valen scoffed, “Old man drunk on doomsday talk,” But Lucien’s gaze stayed locked and soft, Like he already heard fate knock. Kael stood silent, jaw set tight, Didn’t believe but didn’t deny it, Darius swore we’d win that fight — We were built to defy it. ⸻ [Chorus 1] But the crown… it trembled that night, Gold turned heavy under torchlight, Whispers crawling out of sight, Something shifting in the skyline. Ten under one sun standing, But fate was quietly demanding, If power slips through your hands — Who are you when it’s falling? ⸻ [Verse 2] King grew cold in private chambers, Fear makes rulers turn to strangers, Spoke of sacrifice, of danger, Of cutting flames to stop the anger. “Prophecy spreads like poison air, If one must fall, the rest we spare.” Darius said, “We’ll hold the stair.” Nyx replied, “This reeks unfair.” Lucien paced in chapel flame, “Cycles rise and die the same, Empires fall — it’s not a game, Maybe breaking it means we change.” Mira prayed for heaven’s sign, Elric swore the gods align, But Orion drank to blur his mind — He felt the fracture in the line. ⸻ [Chorus 2] And the crown… it trembled again, Fear in the voice of noble men, Trust starting thin as paper skin, Cracks running under the stone. Ten under one sun holding, But something inside was folding, When fear starts touching the throne — It spreads like fire in the gold. ⸻ [Bridge – Heavy shift, drums punch harder] Midnight meeting. Doors locked tight. King whispers, “End this tonight.” One knight summoned. No torchlight. Chains waiting out of sight. Lucien heard through chapel walls… Didn’t move. Didn’t call. Outside the castle, red touched sky. Not fully risen… But close. ⸻ [Chorus 3 – Darker, heavier] Now the crown is trembling hard, Gold feels thin when faith is scarred, Ten still stand in the courtyard — But one step back in the dark. Ten under one sun fading, Hope in the hall degrading, When rulers move in the shadows — That’s when empires start breaking. ⸻ [Outro – Ominous transition] Morning comes. One name missing from the roster. And the sun… Is a little more red.

The Crown That Trembled