Verse 1 I learned your laws in broken skin, your mercy tasted just like sin. You fed me fear, you named it fate, told me love was weakness, hate was great. I watched the monsters wear their crowns, heard their laughter shake the ground. They never saw what grew in me— a quiet death, a memory. Pre-Chorus You sharpened me with every scar, taught me pain is who you are. Now the dark knows my name, and it whispers when I breathe. Chorus I sit upon a black venom throne, carved from bones they left behind. No prayers here, no mercy shown, only truth and sharpened time. I don’t roar, I don’t beg, I let the poison slowly spread. You feared loud kings, cruel and known— but I am death on a silent throne. Verse 2 You wanted beasts, you raised a war, called it order, called it law. But I survived what broke the rest, learned restraint is the final test. I don’t burn worlds just to feel tall, I watch them rot behind their walls. Every step I take is slow, because inevitability moves alone. Pre-Chorus 2 You thought the cold meant I was empty, thought the dark had swallowed me whole. But I became the thing beneath you— the end you never saw unfold. Chorus I sit upon a black venom throne, carved from bones they left behind. No prayers here, no mercy shown, only truth and sharpened time. I don’t roar, I don’t beg, I let the poison slowly spread. You feared loud kings, cruel and known— but I am death on a silent throne. Bridge Power doesn’t scream, it waits, counts the hours, seals the gates. While you feast on borrowed lies, I rewrite fate behind your eyes. This isn’t rage, this isn’t war, this is balance restored. You made a god from pain and fear— now kneel, I’m standing here. Breakdown (whispered / spoken) I was never weak. I was patient. I was never broken. I was forged. Final Chorus (lower, heavier) I sit upon a black venom throne, not to rule, but to end the lie. Your empire shakes, your kings dethrone, when I decide it’s time to die. No chains, no gods, no borrowed crown, I don’t rise—I bring you down. Remember this when hope is gone: The quiet ones don’t need a song. Outro Venom doesn’t rush. Darkness doesn’t plead. And kings like me don’t need to bleed.

Black Venom Throne