Lyric

The golden throne, untouched by time

A place where mortals dare not climb

Yet here I stand, my sword held high

A whisper lost against the sky

“You rise in vain,” the god proclaims

“A fleeting spark, a dying flame.”

Yet still I swing, though weak and worn

For all who lived, for all who mourn

No chains of fate shall hold me down

No silent gods, no hollow crown

For even if my time is brief

I’d rather die than live in grief

Oh, how the heavens cry

A mortal stands, yet doomed to die

Yet even gods shall bleed tonight

For one who dares defy the light

The blade meets light, my hands grow numb

Yet still my heart beats like a drum

For even if this war is lost

My name remains, my soul won’t rust