Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] [low vocal register] Footsteps echo Cold stone hall Every move measured Back to the wall [Verse 1] Black coat drag on the marble Gold teeth flash in the dark like a barcode Hands still stained from the last throne I carved up Name on the deed to the grave of the last one Whispers follow when I slide through the back door Dead eyes stare from the frame, that’s decor All my scars line up like a barcode Every one earned in a long war, hardcore [Chorus] Throne in the shadows Crown made of fear You can pray for a halo But it’s hell up in here If you came for a battle Better make that clear ‘Cause a throne in the shadows Got you choking on tears [Verse 2] Steel in the cuff, little weight on the wrist That’s comfort I don’t rush rage, I conduct it One cold nod, whole room goes silent I don’t need volume to start up a riot You want smoke? I’ve been breathing in poison Turned every loss to a violent appointment No sun, just the glow from the gold on my collarbone Say my name once, feel the chill in your father’s home [Chorus]
Tags
rap, Dark orchestral trap hybrid with male vocals. Cavernous male choir pads and distant Latin-esque chants under ominous brass stabs and sliding sub. Verse rides a tight, menacing pocket with ultra-sparse piano plinks and skittering hats; hook explodes with layered chant vocals, widening strings, and a heavier kick. Occasional riser and reverse-cymbal swells for tension; vocals sit dry and upfront with subtle delay throws on key phrases., low, male vocals, orchestral
Duration
2:12
Instrumental
No
Created
1/16/2026