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In a world where compassion is currency too costly to spend, a ruler carries the unbearable truth—peace is not born from kindness, but from the illusion of cruelty. The stronghold endures because one man shoulders the hatred meant for chaos itself. The silence of his domain is not emptiness, but the breath before the storm he endlessly holds back.

The tale unfolds in the space between strength and sorrow, where justice and mercy dissolve into survival. Every decree carved in iron, every law spoken through clenched resolve, is a prayer no god will answer. His reign is a wound that must remain open—so that the people beneath his shadow may live unscarred by the horrors beyond his walls.

This story is not of villainy, but of sacrifice disguised as tyranny. The ruler’s mask is the final bastion against annihilation; his cruelty, a necessary deception. The world will never sing his praise, for the price of safety is anonymity beneath infamy. To protect the living, he must bury what remains of his own humanity.

And so, the empire stands in solemn grace—neither blessed nor free, but surviving. The weight of mercy crushed beneath the need for order. A kingdom preserved through fear, built on the ruins of what could have been love. The hands that hold the crown are not proud—they simply refuse to let it fall.

Lyrics:

[Intro]
[The low thrum of drums beneath tolling bells; the hiss of wind through stone corridors]
In the quiet before command,
I see the world I cannot keep.
A fragile thing, this promised land—
That only thrives when tyrants weep.

[Verse 1]
I rule with silence carved in steel,
Each word a wound I cannot show.
They’ll never see the hand that kneels,
Behind the mask I let them know.
I bear the hate, I wear the threat,
I play the beast they choose to see.
For if I falter in regret,
The wolves will feast on what was free.

[Pre-Chorus]
My mercy burns in secret fires,
Buried deep, where none may seek—
For kindness feeds the funeral pyres,
And pity makes the kingdom weak.

[Chorus]
Mercy is for the meek,
And the meek will be devoured.
My heart’s a tomb, my hands are iron,
My will—forever soured.
Let them curse my name in fear,
Let them brand me beast or bleak,
For the wolves won’t cross my walls
If I never dare be weak.

[Verse 2]
I’ve banished love, I’ve outlawed grace,
The softer truths that men adore.
Each tear I’ve shed I’ve learned to face
Behind a locked and iron door.
The peace they hold is cold and frail,
A brittle glass I dare not crack—
For mercy’s breath would tip the scale,
And never let me win it back.

[Pre-Chorus]
To lead is not to heal or pray—
It’s to decide who fades, who speaks.
To guard the dawn, I slay the day,
And chain the heart that mercy seeks.

[Chorus]
Mercy is for the meek,
And the meek will be devoured.
My heart’s a tomb, my hands are iron,
My will—forever soured.
Let them curse my name in fear,
Let them brand me beast or bleak,
For the wolves won’t cross my walls
If I never dare be weak.

[Instrumental Break]
[Thunderous drums and distorted cellos collide with a rising choir chanting “Vigilance! Dominion!”—the melody twists into dissonant grandeur.]

[Interlude]
[Soft piano enters beneath his voice]
I see their laughter in the square,
I built that peace with blood and lies.
They’ll never know the cross I bear,
They only see the iron guise.

[Bridge]
[Tempo slows; vocals strained, confessional]
Oh mercy—my forbidden friend,
I banished you to keep them whole.
But every dawn, I break again,
And feed you pieces of my soul.

[Chorus]
Mercy is for the meek,
And the meek will be devoured.
My heart’s a tomb, my hands are iron,
My will—forever soured.
Let them curse my name in fear,
Let them brand me beast or bleak,
For the wolves won’t cross my walls
If I never dare be weak.

[Outro]
[The drums fade into an organ dirge; faint echoes of soldiers chanting drift away]
One day they’ll learn the cost I paid,
The cruelty I had to speak.
But until that day, my vow is made—
Mercy is for the meek.

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