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What Was Given, Can Be Taken

Track 3 from "The Crimson Crown: Part II." This describes a pivotal moment when The Mended King--having gained respect for his half-sister, The Crimson Queen--wishes to retain her counsel. However, when he attempts to insist on this to The Serpent Mage, he threatens to unmake him, and The Mended King realizes--to his horror--that he is a mere puppet ruler. #metal #fantasyrecords #conceptalbum #aimusic #heavymetalsongs #fantasymetal (Verse 1) The cheers fade down the corridor, the torches start to dim. The Mended King feels taller now—power finally fits him. He says, “My sister served this realm; her counsel must return.” A shadow stirs; the serpent smiles—his eyes like coals that burn. (Pre-Chorus) A whisper coils around the throne, A chill beneath the crown he owns. (Chorus) What was given, can be taken. What was forged, can break again. Every heartbeat, every breath— All the mage’s to unmake again. Feel the truth beneath your reign: What was given… can be taken. (Verse 2) The serpent steps a little closer, venom in his grin. “You think your pretty bride would love The broken man you’ve been? Your sister stole a throne from blood— My cousin bled to claim that seat. And you would raise her up again? Stand down, or taste defeat.” (Pre-Chorus 2) His pulse begins to slip and shake, The mage’s hand a tightening snake. (Chorus) What was given, can be taken. What was forged, can break again. Every heartbeat, every breath— All the mage’s to unmake again. Feel the truth beneath your reign: What was given… can be taken. (Bridge) A king in chains of unseen steel, A voice that binds, a will that bends. “You live because I willed it so— And I decide where mercy ends.” (Final Chorus) What was given, can be taken. What was forged, can break again. Stand and tremble on your throne— Feel the power you awaken. All you are is what I made… And what was given… can be taken. (Outro) And when the serpent fades from sight, The silence cuts him to the bone. A trembling breath, a hollow truth: “This crown is his, not mine to own.” A sickened dread inside his chest— A thought that claws through heart and soul: “I stand because he wills it so… And he decides the toll.”