Cursed Hands Of The Novice

It's a lament for the fool who steals divine and forbidden fire, wears the crown of power, and discovers too late that true greatness can't be grabbed — it must be earned or gifted without strings. The "crown" crushes him because he's too shallow to bear it, turning ambition into eternal torment. Lyrics: The vault was heavy with the weight of time A golden relic caged in iron rhyme A restless hunger turned the pages fast Of secrets buried under stars so vast He took the treasure with a shaking hand Believing greatness was a golden band But silence broke in whispers cold and old When fingers touched the frozen cursed gold The crown is heavy on a shallow face The spark burns bright but leaves no lasting trace A hollow king now stands before the height Who cannot tame the storm or wield the light The gift becomes a fire in his veins The light now shatters into glassy chains To hold the flame he bears the iron weight As all his golden moments turn to fate His eyes are veiled in violet despair His skin like parchment cracks in brittle air A sickly hum beneath the bleeding sky Where elders warned the reckless not to pry The weak inherit hammers forged in sleep A debt unpaid the gods will always keep A weary soul now drags through ash and sand The weight of heaven crushing one small man The price of magic is a debt untold The cost of wonder leaves the heart too cold Alone he walks where shadows twist and bend A boy who cannot see the coming end The crown is heavy on a shallow face The spark burns bright but leaves no lasting trace A hollow king now stands before the height Who cannot tame the storm or wield the light The gift becomes a fire in his veins The light now shatters into glassy chains To hold the flame he bears the iron weight As all his golden moments turn to fate The crown is heavy on a shallow face The spark burns bright but leaves no lasting trace A hollow king now stands before the height Who cannot tame the storm or wield the light The gift becomes a fire in his veins The light now shatters into glassy chains To hold the flame he bears the iron weight As all his golden moments turn to fate #dark #gothic #metal #progressivemetal #fantasy