Shadows move where the light can’t reach,

Whispers rising like a secret speech.

Every step on this haunted ground,

I feel the weight of a phantom crown.

Strings cut sharp, like the pulse of fate,

Voices call and the echoes wait.

Through the dark, I won’t bow down,

I wear the fire, I wear the sound.

Phantom crown, hear me now,

Raise the storm and shake the ground.

Through the silence, through the vow,

I will rise — I wear the crown.

Enchanted eyes in the midnight flame,

Every note calls out my name.

Lost illusions can’t pull me down,

I stand tall in the phantom crown.

Strings cut sharp, like the pulse of fate,

Voices call and the echoes wait.

Through the dark, I won’t bow down,

I wear the fire, I wear the sound.

Phantom crown, hear me now,

Raise the storm and shake the ground.

Through the silence, through the vow,

I will rise — I wear the crown.

(Glitchy, enchanted vocal layer:)

Crown of shadows, crown of flame,

Nothing broken, nothing tamed.

Through the ashes, through the sound,

I ascend — the phantom crown.

Phantom crown, hear me now,

Raise the storm and shake the ground.

Through the silence, through the vow,

I will rise — I wear the crown.