DIVIDED WE COLLAPSE - KINGSLAYER

They crowned a king. They worshipped a lie. Now watch the kingdom burn. I SEE THE FEAR BEHIND YOUR EYES! I SEE THE WEIGHT OF ALL YOUR LIES! YOU BUILT A THRONE FROM BROKEN BONES! NOW YOU’RE DYING THERE ALONE! You called yourself untouchable. You called yourself a god. But every empire reaches a moment When the walls begin to rot. Every crown attracts a hunter. Every king becomes prey. And tonight the vultures gather To tear your world away. You ruled through fear. You ruled through force. Now the tide is turning. LOOK AROUND! THE VULTURES ARE CIRCLING! LOOK AROUND! THEY’RE SMELLING BLOOD AGAIN! EVERY THRONE IS JUST A GRAVE WAITING FOR A NAME! EVERY KING ENDS UP EXACTLY THE SAME! LOOK AROUND! THE WALLS ARE CAVING IN! LOOK AROUND! THE REIGN IS WEARING THIN! EVERY CROWN IS JUST A CURSE DISGUISED AS FAME! AND EVERY KING ENDS UP EXACTLY THE SAME! YOU TAUGHT THEM POWER! YOU TAUGHT THEM GREED! YOU FED THE FIRE THAT YOU COULDN’T LEAVE! YOU MADE A KINGDOM OUT OF CHAINS! NOW YOU’RE CHOKING ON THE WEIGHT! The streets remember everything. The blood. The fear. The cost. The names you buried in the darkness Never truly stay lost. A shadow rises from the ruins. A storm is drawing near. The crown that once inspired loyalty Now inspires fear. LOOK AROUND! LOOK AROUND! DO YOU HEAR THAT SOUND?! THAT’S THE KINGDOM COMING DOWN! NO MERCY! NO ESCAPE! NO LEGACY TO SAVE! NO CROWN! NO NAME! EVERY KING ENDS THE SAME! You spent your life climbing higher. Stepping over everyone below. Now you’re standing at the summit. And there’s nowhere left to go. The higher the throne. The harder the fall. The louder the silence After you’ve lost it all. YOU WANTED WORSHIP! YOU WANTED FAME! NOW HISTORY FORGETS YOUR NAME! YOU WANTED POWER! YOU WANTED MORE! NOW THERE’S BLOOD ACROSS THE PALACE FLOOR! LOOK AROUND! THE VULTURES ARE CIRCLING! LOOK AROUND! THEY’RE SMELLING BLOOD AGAIN! EVERY THRONE IS JUST A GRAVE WAITING FOR A NAME! EVERY KING ENDS UP EXACTLY THE SAME! LOOK AROUND! THE WALLS ARE CAVING IN! LOOK AROUND! THE REIGN IS WEARING THIN! EVERY CROWN IS JUST A CURSE DISGUISED AS FAME! AND EVERY KING ENDS UP EXACTLY THE SAME! Another king. Another throne. Another empire built on sand. Another crown Buried beneath the ruins Of its own ambition. The vultures never leave. They only wait.