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This song tells of a queen who wears a cursed crown, one that grants power but steals everything else. Inspired by the tragic rulers of mythology and history, it reflects the cost of ambition and the weight of fate.

The Cursed Crown

(Verse 1)
Upon the throne of shattered gold,
She wears the crown, but feels the cold.
A kingdom built on blood and pain,
Yet ghosts still whisper in the rain.

(Verse 2)
The silver ring upon her hand,
A bond to fate she can’t withstand.
Though power calls and fate obeys,
A queen is lost… in hollow days.

(Chorus)
Oh, cursed crown of fire and stone,
You sit upon the lost and lone.
What price to rule, what soul to break,
When all you love… turns to the grave?

(Bridge)
The night is long, the stars don’t shine,
The whispers grow, yet not divine.
A throne of iron, a fate so grim,
No love survives when shadows win.

(Chorus)
Oh, cursed crown of fire and stone,
You sit upon the lost and lone.
What price to rule, what soul to break,
When all you love… turns to the grave?

(Outro)
And when the crown at last shall fall,
She’ll fade away… forgotten all.

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