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II: THE CROWN OF RUST "The silver turns to dust. The tithe is due." THE LORE Ambition has decayed into thirty pieces of heavy, rhythmic stone. In the shadow of the fallen Tower, a new debt is paid in the red clay of Akeldama. "The Crown of Rust" is a Southern Gothic dirge documenting the internal rupture of betrayal the exact moment loyalty corrodes into iron. Exploring the desolate atmosphere of the Potter’s Field, this entry traces the weight of consequence and the finality of a closed door. THE WORD "Then Judas... seeing that He was condemned, was remorseful and brought back the thirty pieces of silver... saying, 'I have sinned by betraying innocent blood.'" — Matthew 27:3-4 (OSB) THE LYRICS The weight... it was colder than the morning dew, A jagged fist of metal for a man I thought I knew. I saw the blind find sight, I watched the water turn, But I had a hunger that the mercy couldn’t burn. I wanted the crown. I wanted the throne right now, So I bartered off the Savior... and I broke the sacred vow. The kiss was the signal. A traitor’s cold embrace, The moment I betrayed the light upon His face. The iron boots came ringing... I heard them in the dark, And every coin inside my coat began to leave a mark. Thirty pieces... a heavy, rhythmic stone, Sinking through the marrow... turning blood to chrome. The shame is a hempen necktie, swaying in the breeze, The price of building kingdoms... on your hands and knees. I sold the Morning for a pocket full of rust, Now I’m choking on the silver... and the silver’s turning dust. I flung the silver gravel. It shrieked across the floor, But you can't buy back a spirit... once you've closed the door. Now the field is waiting for me. Red and thick and deep, Where the clay is red and nameless... and the promises we keep. IT WASN'T JUST THE SAVIOR! IT WAS THE SOUL I HAD BEFORE! I BUILT A CROWN OF SILVER! BUT I’M DYING ON THE FLOOR! The Potter’s Field. A place to bury shame. Where the silver stays forever... And the dirt forgets my name. THE PROJECT ATHELGARD is a conceptual sonic monument documenting the grand anatomy of collapse. This continuous chronicle begins with a deliberate architectural descent through the ritualistic Dark Folk and mired atmospheres of the first archive, laying the foundation for the crushing, epic cinematic metal of future entries. The Archive is open. THE PORTALS https://beacons.ai/athelgard CREDITS Concept, Lyrics & Vision: The Architect Composition & Production: ATHELGARD Scripture: The Orthodox Study Bible Visual Identity: The Archive Chronicles © 2026 ATHELGARD. #Athelgard #TheRupture #ACrownOfRust #SouthernGothic #DarkFolk #JudasIscariot #TheArchitect