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08 Legions of the Frozen Throne

Lyrics:

Fire-scorched shackles biting into bone,
Six wardens chanting like they owned my throne.
One look from me and their courage slipped,
I cracked a grin, “Watch Hell lose its grip.”
Walls built of torment, floors soaked in cries,
I mapped my escape in their terrified eyes.
Six locks trembled when my fist swung quick,
And the gate blew open, six… six… six.

I strode from the furnace like the flames were tame,
Snapped Hell’s backbone just for the claim.
Chains can’t hold what a devil couldn’t break,
I rose from the pit for my own damn sake.
Let devils scatter, let angels resist,
I’m the one mistake Hell can’t dismiss.
Fire in my smile, crown made of grit,
Branded in the embers of six-six-six.

Ash storms ripping through the molten air,
Every demon praying I’d stay down there.
I dragged my shadow like a blade through dust,
Smelled fear rising in the sulfur gust.
Stone split open with a thunderous shriek,
Hell turned fragile, Hell turned weak.
Six screams ringing with a panic tick,
Another step forward, six… six… six.

I strode from the furnace like the flames were tame,
Snapped Hell’s backbone just for the claim.
Chains can’t hold what a devil couldn’t break,
I rose from the pit for my own damn sake.
Let devils scatter, let angels resist,
I’m the one mistake Hell can’t dismiss.
Fire in my smile, crown made of grit,
Branded in the embers of six-six-six.

Black horizon calling with a lawless light,
Hell at my heels begging for a fight.
No god to answer, no curse to choose,
Just a man rebuilt with nothing left to lose.
I carved my fate from a rebel’s kiss,
Stood tall on the lip of the abyss.
Six shadows fell back when my stride stayed slick,
Still I marched on six… six… six.

I strode from the furnace like the flames were tame,
Snapped Hell’s backbone just for the claim.
Chains can’t hold what a devil couldn’t break,
I rose from the pit for my own damn sake.
Let devils scatter, let angels resist,
I’m the one mistake Hell can’t dismiss.
Fire in my smile, crown made of grit,
Branded in the embers of six-six-six.


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