[Intro – City Bells / Distant Screams] Smoke over towers. Children crying. Sky turning red again. ⸻ [Verse 1 – Urgent / Aggressive] He didn’t wait for open ground Didn’t choose some broken town He struck where markets overflow Where lanterns burn and rivers flow Wings spread wide above the square Fire braided through the air Statues crumble, rooftops cave He makes a stage out of a grave And there he stands in molten rain Voice amplified through heat and flame: “Behold your hero. Behold your king. Watch how many die for him.” ⸻ [Chorus 1 – Furious / Defensive] THIS ISN’T WAR THIS IS A GAME You torch the innocent To sharpen my name IF YOU WANT ME COME TAKE YOUR SHOT Leave them breathing— Or face what I’m not ⸻ [Verse 2 – Dragon’s Ideology] He lands atop the shattered throne Carved from marble, now just stone “You protect them. That is flaw. Attachment is the fatal law. Kings who cling to fragile ties Fall beneath more ruthless skies. Power stands where nothing binds. Strength belongs to severed minds.” Another blast — a tower splits. He’s proving doctrine with every hit. I feel the party brace, not flee. Not behind me — beside me. He wants me to rush. To break formation. To chase pride over preservation. ⸻ [Chorus 2 – Strained / Internal War] I COULD GO ALONE END THIS FAST Trade their safety For a final clash That’s what you want— That’s your design Separate the blade From the line ⸻ [Bridge – Chaos / Command Moment] Tank’s already moving civilians out. Mage freezing fire lanes. Scout directing routes. Healer pulling wounded through smoke. No orders needed. They’re choosing this. ⸻ [Verse 3 – Decision Point] I see it now. He doesn’t fear our strength. He fears our unity. Because a king alone Is predictable. But a pack? A pack adapts. I raise the gunblade — not toward him— But toward the sky. “Evac first! Collapse routes east! We cut his movement piece by piece!” His smile falters. Just slightly. ⸻ [Chorus 3 – Ideology Clash / Explosive] YOU SAY KINGS MUST STAND ALONE CUT EVERY TIE TURN HEART TO STONE BUT POWER THAT FEARS CONNECTION IS POWER THAT’S ALREADY GONE We don’t break ranks. We don’t divide. If you want the crown— You face the pride. ⸻ [Outro – Ominous Retreat] He ascends above burning spires. “Then let them burn for your lesson.” And vanishes into cloud. The city stands— but barely. War is no longer personal. It’s philosophical.

Crown Of Cinders