Crown Of Broken Chains

Crown Of Broken Chains

We were born beneath a dying sun, chained shadows on this borrowed ground,
each breath a vow to towers built to never crack or tumble down.
They forged us iron promises, with rusted keys for golden cages,
yet the sky recalls the names they tried to scrub from ancient pages.
So I carve my own horizon now—one rising star, one rising vow.

The maps they sold were fantasies, their borders drawn in brittle fear,
each “yes, my lord” a tightening rope that stole another year.
But I found a different compass burning reckless in my chest,
a drum that beats one single rule: now rise, or fall with all the rest.
So I’ll break the world to build it true—reborn in fire, forged anew.

No throne can chain the thunder, no crown command the wind—
tonight we are the lightning that the coming storm begins!
Raise your voice until the mountains bow and reel,
for we’re the wildfire they could never hope to seal!

Crown of broken chains, we wear our pride like armor now—
no king, no law, no lie can bring us down!
Crown of broken chains, we’ll burn the thrones and breathe the stars—
tonight we are the freedom born to shatter every bar!

They swore the sky was sacred, a vault of laws we must obey,
but I saw where fallen angels slipped through cracks of dying hymns astray.
Every scar I bear’s a roadmap, every wound a battle-cry,
and I’ll teach the winds to speak my name before the dawn consumes the sky.
Let the world hear freedom roar—and beg for more!

No throne can chain the thunder, no crown command the wind—
tonight we are the lightning that the coming storm begins!
Raise your voice until the mountains bow and reel,
for we’re the wildfire they could never hope to seal!

Crown of broken chains, we wear our pride like armor now—
no king, no law, no lie can drag us down!
Crown of broken chains, we’ll burn the thrones and chase the open sky—
tonight we are the freedom they were terrified to spy!

They built their empires on our backs, but we became the quake,
they forged our shackles—yet we rose the fire that melts the steel they make.
No more waiting, no more pleading, no more “maybe someday” chains—
we are the storm that floods the levee, the answer echoing through the plains!

Crown of broken chains, we wear our pride like armor now—
no king, no law, no lie can break us down!
Crown of broken chains, we’ll burn the thrones and breathe the stars—
tonight we are the freedom born to tear apart their bars!

Crown of broken chains!
No chain, no cage, no throne remains!
Crown of broken chains!
We are the wild, the free, untamed!
Crown of broken chains!
We carve our names in lightning on the sky!
Crown of broken chains—
forever unbroken, forever alive!

Crown of broken chains, we wear our pride like armor now—
no king, no law, no lie can bring us down!
Crown of broken chains, we’ll burn the thrones and breathe the stars—
tonight we are the freedom born to shatter every bar!