Lyric

Under the furnace sky, the mountains breathe

Veins of color cut the gravity

Rough hands polish storms inside the ground

Every flaw a blade, every glow a sound

Not one crown, but a thousand thrones

Each edge sharp, each silence grown

We rise crowned in stone and spectrum

Hard as truth, bright as dissent

From fracture we build our kingdom

Every shade heaven-sent

No single light defines the power

No pure form owns the throne

We are stronger in the splinter

Crowned in stone

Emerald minds, obsidian spines

Gold won’t bend where iron binds

Soft can burn, dark can gleam

Beauty screams when you let it mean

Scarred and carved by time’s decree

Strength is depth you cannot see

We rise crowned in stone and spectrum

Forged by pressure, not consent

From fracture we build our kingdom

Every shade heaven-sent

No single light defines the power

No pure form owns the throne

We are stronger in the splinter

Crowned in stone

Crush us down, we crystallize

Doubt becomes a stricter shine

Different cuts, the same resolve

Broken laws that won’t dissolve

Crowned in stone and spectrum

Many hearts, one relentless tone

We don’t fade into perfection

We endure as what we’re shown

Let the crown be heavy, cold, and bright

Beauty lives where forces fight