The Kindest Lie (Gothic Symphonic Metal Aria)

What if Navrani had a different moral compass? Lyrics: Oh, darling. Do not look so frightened. I have not even lied to you yet. I learned long ago that a blade is crude, And chains are terribly plain. Why conquer a kingdom with fire and blood When a whisper can do the same? A smile at the door, A hand on the throne, A secret dressed up as advice. By morning they swear The idea was theirs, And call my treason wise. I do not break a stubborn will. I teach it how to bend. I do not need to make you kneel. I make you want to, friend. One little doubt in a loyal heart, One little kiss of fear. One little lie with a ribbon tied, And the truth disappears. Say no, if you must. I adore when you try. Such brave little words From such breakable minds. Stand tall, if you can. Raise steel, if you dare. By the end of the song, You will offer it there. I am the kindness you should not trust, The velvet hand, the golden dust. The sweetest voice in the deadliest room, The rose in the glass, the thorn in bloom. Bow if you love me. Kneel if you hate. Either way, darling, You open the gate. Lie by lie, Line by line, The crown, the court, The world is mine. I can flatter a duke into signing away The city he swore to defend. I can make a high priest misquote his own god And thank me for helping amend. I can laugh with a captain, then soften his orders, Till armies arrive far too late. I can drink with an enemy, dance with his heir, And wake with the keys to the gate. I can promise you mercy. I can promise you peace. I can promise the chains Will be lined with fleece. And when you discover The bargain was wrong, You will still hum along To the shape of my song. No need for screaming. No need for pain. Just a beautiful note In the back of your brain. No need for slaughter. No need for flame. If I own the story, Then I own the blame. I am the kindness you should not trust, The velvet hand, the golden dust. The sweetest voice in the deadliest room, The rose in the glass, the thorn in bloom. Bow if you love me. Kneel if you hate. Either way, darling, You open the gate. Lie by lie, Line by line, The crown, the court, The world is mine. I could have been the song at your side. I could have lifted the frightened and lost. I could have made heroes of trembling souls. I could have counted the cost. But power is sweeter when freely given, And fear is a wine that improves with age. Why stand in the wings as a charming support When the world itself is a stage? So smile for me. Bleed for me. Swear that you chose this willingly. Praise my name. Seal your fate. Call it love When you open the gate. Here is the truth: I do not need your heart. Only your voice saying yes. Here is the lie: You were free to refuse. I am the kindness you should not trust, The velvet hand, the golden dust. The sweetest voice in the deadliest room, The rose in the glass, the thorn in bloom. Bow if you love me. Kneel if you hate. Either way, darling, You open the gate. Lie by lie, Line by line, The crown, the court, The world is mine. And when the last free soul is still, And every crown obeys my will, They will not scream. They will not cry. They will thank me For the kindest lie. There now. Was that so difficult?