The Shadow Has No Throne
Lyrics
The world has turned to wilderness beneath a dying sun,
Where men with hearts of stone decide who lives and who must run.
They trade our blood for power, they profit from our pain,
Then wash their hands in silence while they call their greed a name.We followed empty voices through corridors of flame,
They promised us protection, then fed upon our shame.
Like birds against a burning tree, we fell into the night,
Our wings were torn by wicked hands, but still we seek the light.
We are tired, we are broken,
Still our souls refuse to die.
Every wound the years have opened
Leaves a question in the sky.
Who do we trust in this kingdom of lies?
When Shaytan moves among us in a thousand disguises?
He feeds upon our hatred, he thrives on our despair,
But we will name the evil hiding everywhere.Who do we trust when the heavens turn black?
When every road is poisoned and there’s no turning back?
The days spin like a wheel, grinding hearts into dust—
We will not bow to darkness; we will choose whom to trust.
The mighty crush the helpless beneath their golden feet,
While conscience is auctioned in every market street.
Justice wears a funeral veil, abandoned by the throne,
And cruelty grows stronger when the innocent stand alone.They tell us, “Once upon a time, the darkness disappeared,”
But every age repeats itself whenever fear is near.
The powerful command the night, the voiceless bear the blame,
While Shaytan plants his poison in the roots of human hate.
We are tired, our hearts are fractured,
Like dead branches in the rain.
But every lie that fear has captured
Can be broken by a name.
Who do we trust in this kingdom of lies?
When Shaytan moves among us in a thousand disguises?
He feeds upon our hatred, he thrives on our despair,
But we will name the evil hiding everywhere.Who do we trust when the heavens turn black?
When every road is poisoned and there’s no turning back?
The days spin like a wheel, grinding hearts into dust—
We will not bow to darkness; we will choose whom to trust.
Shaytan is not our master!
His whispers are a chain!
He crowns the cruel with power
And teaches hearts to hate!He wears the face of mercy,
He speaks with honeyed tongues,
But underneath the promises
The knife is always drawn!
We know the shape of evil
Though it hides beneath the skin.
It grows wherever silence
Lets injustice enter in.No throne can make it holy,
No prayer can make it just.
The darkness may surround us,
But it will never own us.
Who do we trust in this kingdom of lies?
Not the hands that sell salvation while the innocent die.
Shaytan may spread his shadow, but he cannot claim the dawn—
Not while we stand together, not while our hearts live on.Who do we trust when the whole world turns to rust?
The ones who fight oppression, the faithful and the just.
The days may spin forever, but we will rise from dust—
We will reject the darkness; we will choose whom to trust.
The world is still wounded,
The night is still wide.
But evil has been witnessed—
It can no longer hide.
Shaytan may whisper…
Shaytan may deceive…
But darkness has no kingdom
Where human hearts believe.