Three Crowns - King Ghidorah Song (Godzilla)
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[Verse 1] Three voices cutting through the night Three sparks pulling left and right Thunder turning under skin Too much noise to settle in Gold appears along the seams Hard-won light through broken things Every fracture leaves a trace Every scar redraws the shape [Pre-Chorus] Pressure hangs heavy in the air Stormlight gathers everywhere No clean silence, no retreat Just three rhythms, one heartbeat [Chorus] Three crowns burning through the dark Three voices striking different sparks Gravity pulls, but wings hold wide Storms may gather, still no place to hide Gold in the cracks, bright in the strain Lightning running through the rain Three crowns turning, never still Pulled apart, but standing still [Verse 2] Some days carry too much weight Some nights bend beneath the strain Static crawling through the room Pressure building into bloom Nothing here was made to fit Nothing quiet lives in it Still the pieces hold somehow Still the storm belongs here now [Pre-Chorus] Pressure hangs heavy in the air Stormlight gathers everywhere No clean silence, no retreat Just three rhythms, one heartbeat [Chorus] Three crowns burning through the dark Three voices striking different sparks Gravity pulls, but wings hold wide Storms may gather, still no place to hide Gold in the cracks, bright in the strain Lightning running through the rain Three crowns turning, never still Pulled apart, but standing still [Bridge] One says wait One says go One says burn through what is known One pulls hard One holds ground Three different storms, one living sound (Ohhh...) Let them clash Let them call No single voice has to be all [Breakdown] Crack the sky Shake the room Let the pressure make some room Let it flash Let it pour Nothing here was meant for small [Final Chorus] Three crowns burning through the dark Three voices striking different sparks Gravity pulls, but wings hold wide Storms may gather, still no place to hide Gold in the cracks, bright in the strain Lightning running through the rain Three crowns turning, never still Pulled apart, but standing still Three crowns burning, sharp and bright Three voices sharing one long night No need to quiet every storm Some things hold by changing form [Outro] Three voices One sound Storm above Feet on ground Gold in the cracks Static in the core Three crowns turning Still something more (Ohhh...) Still something more