[Intro — faint metallic echoes, choir whispering fractured words] Hhh… Funny, isn’t it? You don’t need to chase power… When power learns to chase you. [Verse 1 — smooth, cold, analytical] They gather in their circles, huddled close like frightened birds, Trying to decode my silence like a prophecy in words. But shadows don’t explain themselves— They simply shift and guide… And every plot to take me down Just pulls me deeper to their side. Their whispers tremble louder Every time they speak my name… Fear is just a warning bell— And I taught it where to aim. [Pre-Chorus — strings tightening, breath held] They look for cracks in armor That I never claimed to wear— You can’t wound someone Who never said they’d play fair. [Chorus — sharp, powerful, theatrical rise] So watch me stand— No crown, no throne, no claim… Yet every trembling rival Still bows when I say their name. They try to rule with daggers, But they cut their own decree… Power isn’t something taken— It’s what comes crawling back to me. (Whispered choir:) Back to me… back to me… [Verse 2 — sly, shifting, deadly quiet] They thought their masks were flawless, thought their lies were tightly sewn, But truth leaks through the smallest stitch When fear becomes the tone. I map the way they stumble, memorize each anxious glance, It’s easy to predict the game When you’re already five steps past. They arm themselves with rumors, But my silence hits them harder— You don’t have to swing a blade When paranoia cuts farther. [Pre-Chorus — chilling, intimate] They search for every weakness, Every angle they can see… But knowing where I’m strongest Is a luxury they’ll never reach. [Chorus — grander, more commanding] So watch me stand— No crown, no throne, no claim… Yet every trembling rival Still bows when I say their name. They chase the crown in circles, Blind to what they fail to see… Power never needed choosing— It already chose me. (Whispered choir:) Chosen… chosen… [Bridge — slow, escalating, whispered-to-thunder] Let them scheme… Let them scramble… Let them draw their fragile lines… But every desperate move they make Just strengthens what is mine. They think they’ve found my weakness— A fantasy, absurd… For a ruler’s greatest weapon Is the power of not being heard. I speak in quiet shadows, They answer with alarm— A queen without a title Still inspires them to harm. [Final Chorus — triumphant, calm, lethal clarity] So watch me rise— No crown upon my head, But every false contender Now shakes with words I’ve never said. They built their walls around me, Thinking they’d trap what they could see… But I don’t conquer kingdoms— Kingdoms find their way to me. (Whispered choir, circling, fading:) To me… to me… Power comes to me… [Outro — low, steady whisper] A throne isn’t taken. It walks to the one Who never needed it.

The Throne Comes to Me (P5)