Petty throne

Pop and gothic rock. tempo of 172 BPM. It can also be used half-time at 86 BPM. D key. Violin

May 19th, 2024suno

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(Verse 1) In the expanse where silence roams, An ocean vast, where love has flown. Evil whispers, a subtle breeze, In the void, where shadows seize. (Chorus) Forget not, in silence deep, Evil blooms where secrets sleep. Prayers whispered to joy's tombstone, Sing the ode of a petty throne. (Verse 2) Lifeless echoes, like buried seeds, Rooted deep in forgotten deeds. Six feet under, where illusions span, In the realm of a misguided plan. (Bridge) Petty sovereign of futile games, In the shadows, you bear the flames. Yet I rise above, beyond your span, In the quiet, where truth began. (Verse 3) Sailing away from the shores of deceit, In the stillness, my spirit meets. Leaving behind your kingdom's span, In the silence, I reclaim my stand. (Chorus) Forget not, in the silence vast, Evil creeps where shadows cast. Prayers whispered to joy's tombstone, Sing the lament of a petty throne. (Outro) Farewell to the realm of your decree, In silence, my soul is free. I sing of liberation as I depart, From the clutches of your transient art. (Verse 1) In the expanse where silence roams, An ocean vast, where love has flown. Evil whispers, a subtle breeze, In the void, where shadows seize. (Chorus) Forget not, in silence deep, Evil blooms where secrets sleep. Prayers whispered to joy's tombstone, Sing the ode of a petty throne. (Verse 2) Lifeless echoes, like buried seeds, Rooted deep in forgotten deeds. Six feet under, where illusions span, In the realm of a misguided plan. (Bridge) Petty sovereign of futile games, In the shadows, you bear the flames. Yet I rise above, beyond your span, In the quiet, where truth began. (Verse 3) Sailing away from the shores of deceit, In the stillness, my spirit meets. Leaving behind your kingdom's span, In the silence, I reclaim my stand. (Chorus) Forget not, in the silence vast, Evil creeps where shadows cast. Prayers whispered to joy's tombstone, Sing the lament of a petty throne. (Outro) Farewell to the realm of your decree, In silence, my soul is free. I sing of liberation as I depart, From the clutches of your transient art.