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Coronation of the Mended Crown

The 14th and final track of "The Crimson Crown: Part 1." It describes the coronation of The Mended Prince, now becoming the Mended King, after The Crimson Queen abdicated her throne to her half-brother. #metal #aimusic #fantasy #fantasymetal #powermetal (Verse 1) The bells of Duskfall toll again, Their iron voices stern— Across the gathered noble ranks A thousand torches burn. #conceptalbum The Crimson Queen stands silent, Her crown held to her breast— The hall awaits the moment When the relm will be redressed. (Verse 2) The Mended Prince steps forward, Transformed in form and mind— The scars of birth now vanished, His stature redefined. The Winter Rose stands watching, A calm, unbroken gaze— The Serpent in the shadows Sees the world he means to raise. (Pre-Chorus) No swords are drawn this morning, No banners stained in strife— Yet every heart can feel the weight Of shifting royal life. (Chorus) Raise the crown, let the crimson ring— A new-made king takes Crimson’s throne. Let the torches blaze, let the voices sing— A path forged not by him alone. For power bends, and oaths resound, As shadows gather all around… And fate is sealed upon his brow— Behold… the Mended Crown. (Verse 3) The Queen descends before him, Her voice a steady breath— She speaks the ancient blessing And relinquishes her death. The golden circlet rises, The hall holds tight its air— And when it falls upon his brow, A kingdom shifts its prayer. (Bridge) The nobles bow in unison, The choirs swell and soar— Yet beneath the chanted praises Lies a tremor none ignore. For half the hall sees promise, And half the hall sees chains— But the Serpent’s eyes are gleaming In the incense of the reign. (Chorus) Raise the crown, let the crimson ring— A new-made king takes Crimson’s throne. Let the torches blaze, let the voices sing— A path forged not by him alone. For power bends, and oaths resound, As shadows gather all around… And fate is sealed upon his brow— Behold… the Mended Crown. (Outro – solemn, prophetic) No war was waged, no blood was spilled, Yet kingdoms fall without a sound… And thus begins the reign that starts Where broken kings are crowned.