Ballad of Broken Crowns

Описание: Made with Suno (4.5)

A song that takes place shortly after “Hell in the VIP Room,” where Nalediah and the Revenant take to the Beverly Hills type of region over the city of the rich elite to follow the trail traced from the devil pact gang. The mage Graziel, while with them, is at this time working in background with intel and arcane/tech assistance.

A group of corrupt noble types have had dealings with the devil aligned gang of in human trafficking to fuel their sacrifices behind the walls of their mansions of debauchery. It is here they interrupt a particular gala and strike at their masters, fighting to the heart of the debauchery and horror hiding within. The Revenant here begins through a somewhat unsuccessful infiltration.


Big lore note of the “Revenant”: Something to mention here is the Revenant is not exactly undead, although his reputation rising within the city has been growing wild with rumors as such. Unfortunately for word count’s sake I cannot explain in too much detail what the deal with his character is. However, he is the latest incarnation of an anomaly that has traced back lifetimes; one of a slave vagabond turned hero of Heled and even an older existence as the lich Narthanax, who once raised his empire over Exael’s kingdom where Herium now stands. In this period he is inspired by a mix of Hotline Miami and the synthwave genre, able to fight through hordes of enemies utilizing whatever is around him.

[Intro – A Toast in Candlelight]

(Soft strings. Clinking glasses. A devil purrs under the melody.)
Come in, my honored guests…
The city burns beneath us—
How poetic, hm?

[Verse I – The Hills Look Down]

From my window in the hills
I see the rabble choke on thrills,
While I, with satin wrapped around my throat,
Write futures with a single note.

Yet tonight the breeze grows thick—
The scent of blood, the sound so slick.
Two shadows climb the marble way,
A daughter and her walking grave.

Their footsteps echo like a hymn,
A warning sung on dying whim—
Oh, the poor fools down below…
Didn’t know what storms they’d grow.

[Pre-Chorus – The Baron’s Smile]

But let them climb, let them fight—
I’ve gilded every room with blight.
And if they crave our shattered sins,
Let them choke on what begins.

[Chorus – The Falling of the Glittering]

Welcome to the golden tomb,
Where candles glow like gods of doom.
Where violins drown out the screams
Of every broken noble dream.
You’ve come for us? Then climb the throne—
This citadel of flesh and bone.
For we are kings of rot and sin,
And none may leave once they walk in.

[Verse II – The Ballroom Massacre]

The doors explode—my guests all shriek,
But terror tastes divine and chic.
My dancers twirl with silver blades,
My debutantes become brigades.

The chandeliers drip molten wax
While devils wear our skin like slacks.
Our waltz is blood, our rhythm pain—
And still these two cut through the chain.

I watch them tear through gown and guard,
Through crimson masks we polished hard.
So fragile, all my priceless things…
Even the puppets tied to strings.

[Pre-Chorus – Bitter Aristocracy]

But higher still they climb the stair,
And fate begins to scent the air.
If they want truth—if they want me—
Then let them face the family.

[Chorus – The Falling of the Glittering]

Welcome to the golden tomb,
Where laughter curdles into gloom.
Where every portrait’s smiling face
Is just a mask we learned to place.
You’ve climbed our halls? Then face the throne—
The puppeteers of vice unknown.
For we are barons crowned in sin,
And none ascend who walk within.

[Bridge – Descent to the Sanctum]

(The music slows. A demonic choir hums through velvet walls.)
Down, down…
Beneath the marble, past the wine,
Past silver fountains dripping brine…
Here lies our chapel to the flame—
Where every oath forgot its name.

We dine on secrets, drink on fear,
And whisper what the devils hear.
And here, behind this final door…
Your justice meets our evermore.

[Verse III – The Circle Breaks]

My peers arise with gilded knives,
Their veins all lit with stolen lives.
We chant the hymns that bought our crowns,
Our voices rot, our spirits drown.

But Nalediah’s gaze cuts deep—
A blade that makes the shadows weep.
And him—
That undead thing she guides…
I feel damnation in his strides.

One by one my nobles fall,
Their velvet thrones, their mirrored hall.
‘Til only I remain to see
The end of my depravity.

[Final Chorus – Death of the Baron]

So welcome to my golden tomb,
Where I now bow before my doom.
The crown I wore slips from my brow—
The devils want their payment now.
You’ve taken all—my court, my kin,
My last confession soaked in sin.
For every king must bow someday…
And I bow now, as I decay.

[Outro – The Flickering Candle]

(He speaks as he dies. Soft. Regal. Broken.)
Tell the devils…
The hills are theirs again.

Tell the city…
The stars look different tonight.

Tell him…
Overseer…
that even kings
learn fear
at the end.