Council Of The Cursed

[Intro]
[low
Taunting]
Pull up a throne
Pull up a chair
If you brought a grudge
You belong in here
[Verse 1]
Mirror cracked in a gilded frame
Poisoned apple still tastes the same
Green fire laughing in a midnight hall
Feathers on the floor from a royal fall
Silk gloves hiding sharpened claws
Contract written in invisible claws
Halo slipping in a velvet coat
One word from us and they grab their throats
[Chorus]
Welcome to the council of the cursed (hey!)
We toast to every happily-ever-worse
Raise your glass to the broken
The cruel
The clever
We make the stories shorter forever
Welcome to the council of the damned
We sign our deals in stolen crowns and plans
If you’re tired of their sunshine
Step into the gloom
Pull up a throne
There’s always one more room
[Verse 2]
Smoke rings curling from a stolen cape
Spilled red wine on a map of escape
Cards on the table
Hearts painted red
Cheshire grins where the heroes bled
Old lace hiding iron chains
Honey on the tongue with a hint of pain
Candles drip black down a chapel wall
Choir sings sweet while the angels fall
[Chorus]
Welcome to the council of the cursed (oh yeah)
We toast to every happily-ever-worse
Raise your glass to the broken
The cruel
The clever
We make the stories shorter forever
Welcome to the council of the damned
We sign our deals in stolen crowns and plans
If you’re tired of their sunshine
Step into the gloom
Pull up a throne
There’s always one more room
[Bridge]
We are the wish that twists
The hand that tips the scales
The rumor in the ballroom
The storm behind the veils
So when the final curtain drops
And heroes lose their light
Remember every kingdom falls
Because we turned out the night (ha!)
[Chorus]
Welcome to the council of the cursed
We toast to every happily-ever-worse
Raise your glass to the broken
The cruel
The clever
We make the stories shorter forever
Welcome to the council of the damned
We sign our deals in stolen crowns and plans
If you’re tired of their sunshine
Step into the gloom
Pull up a throne
There’s always one more room

Dark theatrical pop with a swaggering, midtempo stomp; male vocals in a sly, villainous croon. Orchestral swells, harpsichord stabs, and low brass hits over a gritty drum groove. Verses stay tight and sneering, chorus explodes with gang shouts and stacked harmonies. Occasional eerie choir pads and twisted music-box bells for sinister charm.