Monarchs Melancholy

[Verse 1] A crown heavy with sorrow, a kingdom in his grasp, An old king weeps in silence, as memories unclasp. His son, the fallen prince, on battlefields did lay, A future lost, a lineage gone, as night took over day. [Pre-Chorus] He wears a mask of bravery, his tears he must conceal, For the enemy approaches, their marching drums he feels. [Chorus] Oh, the king stands tall, his heart split in twain, Ruling with a shadow, bearing the silent pain. The throne demands his service, though his soul is worn, He faces the coming storm, a monarch so forlorn. [Verse 2] The castle halls echo with the laughter that once was, Now filled with the silence, the grief that never thaws. A scepter and a sword, in his hands they weigh more, For each decision now, reminds him of the war. [Pre-Chorus] Yet, he must lead his people, through fear and darkened skies, As the enemy's flag on the horizon, cruelly lies. [Chorus] Oh, the king stands tall, his heart split in twain, Ruling with a shadow, bearing the silent pain. The throne demands his service, though his soul is worn, He faces the coming storm, a monarch so forlorn. [Chorus] Oh, the king stands tall, his heart split in twain, Ruling with a shadow, bearing the silent pain. The throne demands his service, though his soul is worn, He faces the coming storm, a monarch so forlorn. [Verse 3] In the quiet of his chamber, the king recalls the past, Each memory a treasure, too precious to outlast. The echo of his son's voice, a ghost upon the air, In the solitude of power, he finds his deepest prayer. [Pre-Chorus] Yet, he must lead his people, through fear and darkened skies, As the enemy's flag on the horizon, cruelly lies. [Chorus] Oh, the king stands tall, his heart split in twain, Ruling with a shadow, bearing the silent pain. The throne demands his service, though his soul is worn, He faces the coming storm, a monarch so forlorn. [Chorus] Oh, the king stands tall, his heart split in twain, Ruling with a shadow, bearing the silent pain. The throne demands his service, though his soul is worn, He faces the coming storm, a monarch so forlorn. [Chorus] Oh, the king stands tall, his heart split in twain, Ruling with a shadow, bearing the silent pain. The throne demands his service, though his soul is worn, He faces the coming storm, a monarch so forlorn.