Hyperion Echo - Ashes On The Throne II

Lyrics by Hyperion Echo Music made with Suno Art by Dall•E Ashes On The Throne II [Verse 1] Cinders in my bloodstream, static in my veins, climbed a spiral of corpses just to decorate chains. Turned compassion into kindling, every friendship into fuel, fed the engine of ascension like a rabid, dying fool. You see gold in the glare of a funeral pyre, I see a staircase of bodies getting higher and higher. Every “victory” was venom, every “win” another loss, paved this fucking throne room out of marrow, blood, and moss. [Pre-Chorus] No halo, no savior, just a jaw wired shut, gnashing through the handshakes, chewing through the trust. You call this ascension, I call it a tomb, rusted iron halo in a burning room. [Chorus] Ashes on the throne, I bled for this seat, now the whole dead world lies crushed at my feet. You cheer for the crown, but you’ll never know what I burned to the ground just to put on this show. Ashes on the throne, there’s no way home, I won the game and eroded my soul. You want that power? Carve this in stone: you might get the crown… but you’ll die on the throne. [Verse 2] Sky is a landfill, ocean is a wound, cities like infections that forgot they were doomed. Signed my name in the fallout like a well-trained plague, hung medals on the corpses and applauded the decay. Industrial scripture, corporate gospel, baptized in combustion, every pipeline colossal. Called it “progress” while I tightened the noose, hung trophies in the smoke as the planet came loose. [Pre-Chorus 2] No halo, no savior, just a jaw wired shut, gnashing through the handshakes, chewing through the trust. You call this ascension, I call it a tomb, rusted iron halo in a burning room. [Chorus] Ashes on the throne, I bled for this seat, now the whole dead world rots under my feet. You cheer for the crown, but you’ll never know what I burned to the ground just to put on this show. Ashes on the throne, there’s no way home, I won the war and dismantled my soul. You want that power? Carve this in stone: you might get the crown… but you’ll die on the throne. [Breakdown] Crown of rust, teeth of steel, bites my skull till I can’t feel. Stitched my doubts in plates of gold, armored heart gone black and cold. Every step, a severed vein, every breath, industrial rain. Kneel before this rotten king, hear the iron halo sing. CROWN OF RUST, TEETH OF STONE, WELCOME TO YOUR FUCKING THRONE. [Verse 3] Climbed past warnings carved into the stars, “Hope you choke on what you asked for” written in the scars. Constellations flicker like a failing power grid, and I’m chained to this altar for the things I did. If power meant freedom, why am I tied to a mausoleum throne with the doors sealed tight? If victory is holy, why’s the altar in ash? Why does every triumph feel paid with a lash? [Pre-Chorus 3] No halo, no savior, just a jaw wired shut, gnashing through the handshakes, chewing through the trust. You call this ascension, I call it a tomb, rusted iron halo in a burning room. [Chorus] Ashes on the throne, I bled for this seat, now the whole dead world breaks under my feet. You cheer for the crown, but you’ll never know that the crown was a shackle from the very first glow. Ashes on the throne, no gods, no home, I won the war and dissolved my soul. If you crave this power, carve this in stone: you might get the crown… BUT YOU’LL DIE ON THE THRONE. Ashes. On. The. Throne.