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Thorns of the Crown – Epic Gothic Metal Tale of the Fallen Queen | Metalyric Theater AI

🎼 Thorns of the Crown – Epic Gothic Metal Tale of the Fallen Queen | Metalyric Theater AI A single image. A single song. No motion. No distraction. This is not a visualizer — it is the silence beneath the crown, the weight of thorns pressed into velvet dusk. 🖋 Origin The lyrics for this song were born from a listener’s request — a shared vision shaped into music and imagery. Every word, every note, every shadow in this piece carries the echo of that collaboration. Thorns of the Crown unfolds in a ruined hall of crimson light and moonlit sorrow: a woman who does not wear the crown, but holds it — questions it — fears it. It is not power she seeks, but the meaning behind pain, beauty, and burden. 🖼 Visual A solitary figure seated on a throne, rendered in ultra-realistic 8K. Every thorn, every petal, every shadow chosen to echo the song’s emotional core. No animation. No distraction. Just the stillness of a moment that refuses to fade. 🎧 Audio Original Gothic Metal, composed with AI and refined by human instinct. Each note shaped to reflect the tension between royalty and ruin, beauty and brutality. 📝 Lyrics Verse 1 In halls of stone where silence reigns, A crown of thorns, a soul in chains. The light once sworn now fades to black, A kingdom lost, no turning back. Pre-Chorus Dark secrets sleep beneath the gold, Where angels weep and demons hold. The scepter forged in cursed desire, Burns with cold, unholy fire. Chorus Yet in the ash, a voice remains, A song of grief, a song of pain. And through the storm, one truth is found: The crown is heavy, the thorns profound. Verse 2 The druid chants beneath the moon, A prophecy carved in ancient rune. The queen betrayed by blood and flame, Her love a ghost, her throne a name. Pre-Chorus Dark secrets sleep beneath the gold, Where angels weep and demons hold. The scepter forged in cursed desire, Burns with cold, unholy fire. Bridge A throne once built on sacred vows, Now trembles under broken brows. The demon cries to be set free, To rise as light, eternally. Final Chorus Yet in the ash, a voice remains, A song of grief, a song of pain. And through the storm, one truth is found: The crown is heavy, the thorns profound. #ThornsOfTheCrown #GothicMetal #MetalyricTheaterAI #PoeticMetal