(Intro – ambient pads, static, whispered echo) What is this…? WHAT IS LIGHITNG HERE…? (slow drum roll begins…) --- (Verse 1 – clean vocals, low guitar) They were just kids… With dreams too big for their world. Ambitions that twisted slowly… 'Til they stood soaked In the blood of their own people. --- (Pre-Chorus – tension builds, whisper behind voice) Two faces… Of the same coin. Two crowns— Built on broken hope. Two colors, always standing apart. --- (Chorus – full drop, emotional vocal burst + group chorus) And the world split in two! Darkness and magic, both born from truth! Two realms, same bloodline— But no one listened. No one ever listened. They blamed them… But what could they do? (“What could they do…?”) --- (Verse 2 – rap-like rhythm, darker guitar) Raised in gold, Fed with pride… They built their egos On the backs of the silent. Yes—it hurts. But what choice was left? They never listen anyway… And when we try to speak… This is how it ends. --- (Pre-Chorus – again, but heavier) Two faces… Of the same coin. Two crowns— Two dying voices. Two colors, clashing like fate. --- (Chorus – repeat with more weight, backing vocals) And so began a war… A war that burned for years. Two nations, broken and torn, Fighting for dreams they no longer owned. A war that refused to die. A war that forgot its name. (“Refused to die…”) --- (Bridge – slow + cinematic, ambient build) High above… The rulers met— Few words spoken, Just enough to spark the fire… Only through battle… Could they decide: Who’s stronger… Who’s worthy. --- (Breakdown – scream + heavy riff, drums explode) Feathers fell— From the sky! Two warriors clashed— Like gods in the night! Flames devoured their homes… And people turned like beasts! --- (Verse 3 – stripped down, emotional) And there… One body lay in blood… A faceless king In pale robes, crown shattered… A sword in his chest. And a boy— Kneeling beside him… Watching his brother die… Watching his kingdom fall… --- (Final Chorus – slower, deeply emotional) Two faces… One last breath… Two crowns… One kingdom left. All the blood, all the pain— Can’t undo what’s been done. But maybe… It’s not too late… (“Not too late… not too late…”) --- (Outro – piano + fading guitar harmonics) What is this…? What is lighting up here…? Maybe… It’s the end. Or maybe… It’s the beginning.