the ghost you'll never overthrow ( Oramyss

Intro – échos de voix multiples, superposées, comme un brouillard

“Whispers rise, coins collide,

Ashes stir, no place to hide…”

Verse 1 – choral, spectral

Selmyrr bites, he dares the throne,

A serpent hisses, yet stands alone.

The hall resounds with brittle cries,

A rebel born, a ghost defies.

Pre-Chorus – voix saccadées, martelées

But crowns weigh heavy, iron deep,

All debts are sown, and none can sleep.

Chorus – ensemble spectral, presque religieux

The ashes tremble, the silence breaks,

The ruler wakes, the ruler takes.

The ashes tremble, the night will see,

All chains return to Oramyss’ decree.

Verse 2 – encore plus funèbre, comme une lamentation

We’ve watched the fall of kings before,

Their cries are lost, their crowns no more.

Selmyrr cries out, yet shadows near,

His fate is sealed, his end is clear.

Chorus – plus intense, comme un glas qui sonne

The ashes tremble, the silence weeps,

The sovereign stirs, the sovereign keeps.

The ashes tremble, no will is free,

All paths return to Oramyss’ decree.

Intro – cold, sardonic

Mist veils the hall, and silence dines,

Noble rot in velvet lines.

Their banners weep in gilded dust,

All thrones begin and end in rust.

Spoken, echoing

So bow to memory’s faded gleam:

The titles last, not kings you dream.

( silence ) “You bite the hand that fed your night,

and think rebellion makes you whole.

But ashes bow before the crown.”

Verse 1

I’ve seen the rise of fleeting kings,

Their coins dissolve, their chorus rings.

You count your gold, but I count time,

Each whisper, debt, and broken spine.

Pre-Chorus – grave, oppressant

Do you believe your hands are free?

All chains return, they answer me.

Chorus – implacable

I am the crown, the endless due,

The weight that crushes over you.

I am the tithe, the silent law,

The ghost you’ll never overthrow.

Verse 2 – ironique

Carlina bends because you pressed,

But even she pays my behest.

Your treasures rot, your numbers fade,

My court endures, my throne is made.

Pre-Chorus

You think your coffers make you strong?

I wrote the price, you sang the song.

Chorus

I am the crown, the endless due,

The weight that crushes over you.

I am the tithe, the silent law,

The ghost you’ll never overthrow.

Bridge – distant, soaring, intertwined voices

Behind the glass, a shadow’s trace

Your lineage cracks in empty grace

You forge your chains, you name them fate

Yet every oath arrives too late

Chorus – final, relentless

I am the crown, the endless due

The weight that crushes over you

I am the tithe, the silent law

The ghost you’ll never overthrow

Post-Chorus – choral, fading

All debts remain, all names decay

Ashes remember, crowns repay

All debts remain, all names decay

Ashes remember, crowns repay