[Intro - spoken over industrial pulse]
The Kingdom of Shadows was born.
Primary force.
No crown.
No witness.
[Verse 1 - tense, rhythmic]
No way out of the dim set.
Stone walls.
Iron.
A robot man in chaos stands.
Monster storms gather inward.
Cold touch.
Do not go.
Come back.
Something is approaching.
Pulled toward this world.
No overcoming.
Only shadows walked.
[Chorus - heavier, driving]
Wandering.
One more day of doubt.
Sleep-deprived.
Each move is the last
until the body falls.
Shattered.
[Verse 2 - darker, same pulse]
Leftover energy,
shaped by wind.
Hollow frames rise,
then blow away.
No ruin stays.
No form survives.
Only pressure remains.
Cold hands.
Do not go.
Come back.
[Chorus - heavier]
Wandering.
One more day of doubt.
Sleep-deprived.
Each move is the last
until the body falls.
Shattered.
[Bridge - breakdown, not slow]
No feeling.
Locked in cold.
The last breath took the will away.
What you done
is your sin.
What you done
is your sin.
[Outro - repeat, fading]
No crown.
No witness.
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Author:
Isabel Szurlej (
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Comments2
Excellent imagery! I like how it creates such a vastness to express what I interpret as an inner conflict. Very well done.
Thank you — I really appreciate that. Vastness and inner conflict are exactly the right territory.
Mechanical, robotic, computerized cold and unfeeling. A dystopia. Well done
Thank you — I appreciate that. Glad it came through.
You are most welcome
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