Council of the Cursed

[Verse 1]
Round table
Black mirror
Candles drip slow
Perfume of poison and old velvet cloaks
She sharpens her crown
He polishes lamp brass
They’re laughing at heroes who never quite last
Ursula’s ink on the contract page
Hook taps his hook like a ticking gauge
Cruella’s fur sweeping over spilled gin
They’re taking attendance
“Shall we begin?” (shall we begin?)
[Chorus]
Welcome to the council of the cursed
Toast to “happily ever after” reversed
Every broken dream
Every twisted wish
Stir it in the cauldron
Serve it cold as a kiss
If you’re looking for mercy
You came to the worst
Welcome to the council
Council of the cursed
[Verse 2]
A bishop with embers still caught in his eyes
A queen with a chalice that always tastes lies
A prince with a smile like a sharpened blade
A doctor who deals in the shadows he made
A lion who learned that the crown tastes of ash
A goddess of spite turning flames into glass
They trade little secrets like fine stolen wine
“Tell me your downfall
I’ll show you mine” (ooh)
[Bridge]
They say
“Heroes fade
But a good grudge stays
We write the footnotes
To all their parades”
[Chorus]
Welcome to the council of the cursed
Toast to “happily ever after” reversed
Every broken vow
Every hungry wish
Etched into the ledger
Sealed with one dark kiss
If you’re chasing glory
You’ll only find worse
Welcome to the council
Council of the cursed (hey)
Welcome to the council
Council of the cursed

Dark theatrical pop anthem with Disney-esque orchestral swells, choir stabs, and stomping drums; verses creep in with pizzicato strings and bassoon, chorus explodes with layered gang vocals, big timpani hits, and soaring female lead + male backing. Add eerie celeste and harp gliss in turnarounds, bridge drops to whispery vocal over low strings before a final full-ensemble outro.