The Spellbound King

Описание: The Spellbound King

In the court of silver shadows,
Where the mountains guard the sky,
A throne of stone and whispered oaths
Keeps the watchful eye.
Magic hums beneath the floor,
And the air is thick with fate,
Every secret, every door,
Leads to wonder… or to hate.

The river bends, the stars align,
The world waits on a sign…

Math, son of Mathonwy,
King of spell and prophecy.
Through the dark and through the lies,
You see the truth behind the eyes.
Math, the power runs through your hands,
Shaping fate, and all the lands.

A maiden lost, a curse unknown,
The tapestry unspun.
From fire, ice, and hidden stone,
A reckoning begun.
Yet in the silence of the hall,
A plan begins to grow,
The king must rise, the shadows fall,
To bend the ebbing flow.

The moon turns pale, the mountains speak,
The answers that the brave must seek…

Math, son of Mathonwy,
King of spell and prophecy.
Through the dark and through the lies,
You see the truth behind the eyes.
Math, the power runs through your hands,
Shaping fate, and all the lands.

Strings weave through the unseen air,
Drums echo like distant prayer.
Guitars shimmer, pads expand,
The kingdom bends at your command.
Every shadow, every flame,
Whispers softly your true name.

Math, son of Mathonwy,
King of spell and prophecy.
Through the dark and through the lies,
You see the truth behind the eyes.
Math, the power runs through your hands,
Shaping fate, and all the lands.

Stone and sky and silver light,
The king endures beyond the night.
Math, the world bends in your gaze,
A song of power, a spell to raise.