The Crown of Horns

"Power is not a throne to sit upon; it is a cage that grows directly from your skull. These horns are not an ornament of pride, but a crown of calcified burdens—heavy, jagged, and impossible to remove. ​This music is the sound of that weight. It is the crushing pressure of a thousand ancestors demanding duty over desire. Feel the relentless, heavy march of the drums; it is the march of time and responsibility that flatters no one. If you find this melody oppressive, it is because you are finally feeling a fraction of the gravity I walk under every single day. Stand tall with me beneath this crushing sky, or be broken by it."