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[Style: Menacing, gravelly voice. The voice is a threat in itself.] “I Am Raven Tomb” (Villain Anthem Version) (Low, droning strings. Distant thunder. Slow heartbeat percussion.) Verse I – The Mockery My, what an honor — the bear sends a cub To rattle his blade at the edge of my blood But where is your hero? Your iron-clad hound? Has Cayston unyielding decided not to be found? He’ll die another day. I decide when men are unmade. Pre-Chorus I – The Rot Unyielding? What does he know of that word? Of ribs that show Of stomachs that roar Of prayers that go unheard? What do nobles know of need? Of gnawing hunger that does not bleed? They sit on thrones worth ten lifetimes’ toil And call their stagnation royal. Chorus – Dark Declaration Honor and glory — Perfumed decay. Golden crowns On skulls of clay. They feast on your marrow, They toast your graves, Call you “citizens,” Breed you as slaves. I am Raven Tomb. Remember the name. I am the rot Inside their fame. I am Raven Tomb. The end of the womb That birthed their empires And dressed them in plume. Verse II – The Indictment They chained you at birth with invisible thread, Fed you doctrine instead of bread. Told you suffering builds your soul While they bathed in excess and called it control. They squat above you, smiling wide, Letting crumbs of “mercy” slide. Demand your praise for poisoned wine And brand it virtue — divine. You dance. You cheer. You bleed on command. And they call that order. Pre-Chorus II – The Knife Twist What is glory Bought with blood That was never theirs to spill? What is honor When your sons Are currency for their will? You are not sacred. You are supply. And I am the interruption. Chorus – Heavier Honor and glory — A carnival lie. They polish their medals While you choke and die. Your bones are ladders. Your grief their throne. They call it legacy — I call it owned. I am Raven Tomb. Grave of the crown. I do not rise — I drag things down. I am Raven Tomb. Smoke and monsoon. Freedom is not light — It is a wound. Bridge – The Seduction Turns (Voice lowers. Calm. Dangerous.) I am not pirate. Pirates beg. I am not slaver. Slavers serve systems. I am not conqueror. Conquerors replace thrones. I erase them. I was slave. Yes. I wore the Raven’s brand. I bent my knee. I swallowed command. Until I understood something simple: Chains do not break. They are broken. Break – Spoken Over Dissonance You want freedom? Freedom is not warmth. Freedom is not mercy. Freedom is watching the world burn And smiling Because you struck the match. Final Chorus – Ascendant and Terrible I am Raven Tomb! Tomb of the Raven! I buried the masters Who thought they were saviors! I am Raven Tomb! Born from the chain! I am the scar That will not fade! No more crowns — Not even mine. No more gods. No bloodlines. Let empires suffocate in ash. Let banners rot in flame. I am Raven Tomb. And I do not free you. I free the world From you. Outro – Whisper Join me… Or be buried with them.