Greater Evil (Quartet Mix)

Описание: While writing another song, I came up with the line “Even monsters know when to let bigger monsters pass by.” It worked in that context, but the idea behind it stuck with me — the notion that no matter how “evil” someone is, there’s always someone worse to whom they must ultimately bow. It feels especially relevant in a strange moment of human history, where bad actors seem to be rising everywhere, like a global game of chess with villains battling villains.

That thought became the foundation for “Greater Evil.” I initially imagined it as a full-blown power metal anthem — bombastic, theatrical, and delivered by a barrel-chested vocalist with a massive range. After a few attempts, it felt a little too cliché. I tried again with the same kind of voice over an orchestral backing, but it still wasn’t quite working.

So I did what I often do when I hit a wall: I went in the opposite direction. This version strips things back to a string quartet and a beautiful female vocal, letting the contrast do the heavy lifting. I like how it turned out — and I hope you do too.

[Verse I]
In candlelit halls where the thinkers convened,
With brandy and whispers of what might have been,
They wagered on man and the nature of sin,
While empires were forged by the ruthless within.
No tender conscience restrained the crown,
No sermon could cast the tyrant down;
For power is king in the mortal field,
And virtue is dust where the strong are sealed.

[Chorus]
Through flame and fortune’s grasp we rise,
Ambition’s law our sole disguise.
No creed remains, no truths revealed—
Even the wicked will to the greater evil yield.

[Verse II]
In London’s fog and Prussia’s glare,
Where monarchs spoke with hollow care,
The minor villain learned his place
Before the tyrant’s iron face.
The whispered schemes, the petty lies
Fall silent when the butcher cries;
For lesser devils meekly kneel
When grander horrors break the seal.

[Chorus]
Through flame and fortune’s grasp we rise,
Ambition’s law our sole disguise.
No creed remains, no truths revealed—
Even the wicked will to the greater evil yield.

[Bridge]
O Progress! clad in funeral black,
Thy promises no soul bring back.
The age proclaims the death of grace,
Yet crowns the fist that rules the race.
In reason’s name the sword is swung,
In wisdom’s tongue the lies are sung;
And all that’s pure is crushed and killed
When darker gods demand their due.

[Final Chorus]
Through flame and fortune’s grasp we rise,
Ambition’s law our sole disguise.
No creed remains, no truths revealed—
Even the wicked will to the greater evil yield.

[Outro]
Let angels weep and heavens close,
The age belongs to iron prose.
No prayer shall halt what fate has sealed—
Even the wicked will to the greater evil yield.