Cold fire scorches stone

Steel light floods the throne

His hand seizes void

Each moment turns to gold

Surface gleams, no pulse

He grins, weight coils inside

Midas, King of gold

Hungry for power, crowned in ruin

You seized the peak of every throne

You turned the world into your prize

Every step is domination

Every touch is absolute

Your victories leave nothing alive

Gardens freeze in shards

Leaves slash the sun like fate

Branches bow to power

Birds strike once, then hang

Gilded forms, unblinking eyes

Hover above his hand

Midas, King of gold

Hungry for power, crowned in ruin

You seized the peak of every throne

You turned the world into your prize

Every step is domination

Every touch is absolute

Your victories leave nothing alive

Halls stretch, endless conquest

Walls coil around his grasp

Surfaces blaze like suns

He drives, power claws back

No yield, no fracture, no escape

Triumph gnaws at bones

Chains of gold twist through marrow

He roars to break the crown

Light thickens, eternal, cold

Each heartbeat forges doom

Midas, King of gold

Hungry for power, crowned in ruin

You seized the peak of every throne

You turned the world into your prize

Every step is domination

Every touch is absolute

Your victories leave nothing alive