LEAD Gilded Bloodline(Cover)

(Whispered, distant) Deep in green where the sun can’t see Gold still sings beneath the trees (Verse I – low, stalking riff) I was paid in silence, paid in scars Sent south of mercy, under foreign stars A ghost with a name I don’t need Just a trigger finger and a debt to bleed Amazon breath in my lungs like smoke Every vine another promise broke Then I found him—soft hands, rich blood Lost heir drowning in the flood He said, “They’re hunting me for more than gold” I said, “Kid, I don’t ask what I’m sold” But the jungle listens, remembers lies And weighs your soul before it lets you by Gold in the ground Blood in the leaves Legends don’t shine They bleed We run together or die alone In a kingdom of bone and stone Gold in the ground Fire in the veins Fathers, sons, and buried names The price of power is never clean Welcome to the war unseen Mines carved open like broken ribs Iron mouths swallowing native myths A tyrant king with mercury hands Buys gods cheap, poisons lands Machines scream louder than prayers now Skulls marked X where trees once bowed He wears the crown of stolen suns Feeds on fear, feeds on it like it's fun WHO OWNS THE EARTH? —The one who bleeds for it WHO CLAIMS THE THRONE? —The one who buries it The artifact throbs beneath our feet Not a treasure—more like a heartbeat Forged by hands that knew restraint A warning sealed in sacred paint (spoken) Power wasn’t meant to be held. It was meant to be survived. I’ve killed for less than what you stand for I’ve crossed lines I can’t restore (Son:) I won’t be another ghost you drag home I won’t inherit a gilded throne (Together:) If this ends here, it ends right Not bought, not owned, not bathed in light Gold in the ground Teeth in the dark Empires fall from a single spark You can’t mine what refuses chains You can’t own ancestral pain Gold in the ground Hear it cry Every lie you justify The jungle keeps a longer score Than your ledgers, guns, and wars Burn the map Break the crown Let the legend drag you down Burn the map Cut the line No one leaves unchanged in mind Burn the map Sever thrones Let the myth sink into bone Burn the map Break away Nothing leaves without decay I wasn’t sent to save a son Or steal a myth half-dead and done I was sent to retrieve a future sold But I left the past buried in gold (Whispered) Some bounties aren’t claimed. They’re ended.