Lyric

The sky is bleeding static in a fading light

A paper crown is heavy in the dead of night

I walked the line between the mercy and the blade

To trade a kingdom for a ghost I haven't made

You saw the man behind the hollow golden mask

A simple question was the only thing you'd ask

"What is the price of peace inside a dying breath?"

I found the answer in the architecture of death

The shadows whispered in the halls of my own home

A choir of cowards turning hearts into stone

They promised loyalty with silver in their eyes

But sold my head to keep their miserable lives

Cold steel, white bone

The weight of a broken throne

No stars, no prayer

Just the silence in the winter air

Now the gates are opening to a frozen hell

Where time is measured by a never-ending yell

You sought a sanctuary built on someone’s blood

Now sink forever in the rising crimson flood

Don't pray for ending, don't you beg for the grave

There is no mercy for the ones who can't be saved

The king is gone, the city is a pyre of grey

The debt is settled in a cold and nameless way

Cold steel, white bone

The weight of a broken throne

No stars, no prayer

Just the silence in the winter air

The static's gone

Only the ash remains