Empty Thrones
about the song
Written: 10/10/2026
Released: 10/10/2026
"Empty Thrones" Is a dark, visceral anthem about severing ties with emotional parasites and covert manipulation. When empathy is harvested like currency and pity is weaponized, the only escape is a clean cut. Left to starve in the barren webs they spun, the predators are locked in with their own rot, forced to turn inward and devour their own.
"They feed you poison and call it bread."
A reckoning with the spirits of deceit, spiritual vampirism, and wolves dressed in false sorrow. Scripture warns of those who prey on the righteous, disguising destruction as weakness and weaponizing grace to drain the well of mercy dry. But the Word is clear: God is not mocked; whatever a man sows, that will he also reap. When the snare is broken and the soul escapes like a bird from the fowler’s trap, divine justice takes hold. Denied the innocent to feed upon, the dark counsel turns inward, falling into the very pit they dug with their own hands.
Lyrics
They feel the need to be fed tonight
They’re spinning silver out of sight
Working through the deepest dark
Leaving behind their quiet mark
Watching the flickering embers dance
Patiently waiting for their chance
Stealing your breath, drowning your screams
Draining you out into running streams
Bleeding your empathy drop by drop
Into a well of parasitic spin
Demanding pity that will never stop
Weaving silk, watch the crusade begin
Watching them chew on victims bones
The well runs deep, never left alone
Keeping them fed upon their thrones
Bonded in webs they defend their own
Feeding you poison and calling it bread
Swallowing everything you’ve been fed
Watching the venom start to creep
Smiling at harvests ripe to reap
Listening close for the tremor of sound
Blind and numb and hopelessly bound
Stiff in the shadows you quietly wait
Till the strand snaps for your only escape
They bleed your empathy drop by drop
Into a well of parasitic spin
Demanding pity that will never stop
Cut that silk, let their hunger begin
Breaking teeth on discarded bones
The well runs dry, they are left alone
Let them starve upon their thrones
Now watch how they devour their own
Staring into the trap they spun
Caught in threads of a web undone
Hunger clawing deep in the gut
Watching the heavy door slam shut
Frozen in horror, eyes blown wide
Locked with the rot they made inside
Staring at shells of the broken dead
Chewing on nails to keep them fed
Pitch-black corners where fangs turn around
Tearing each other down to the ground
Shadowed legs that rip through skin
No one is left, the feast turns within
They bled your empathy drop by drop
Down in the well of parasitic spin
Demanded pity that would never stop
Cut the silk, and their hunger set in
They broke their teeth on dried up bones
The well ran dry, they were left alone
Left to starve upon their thrones
And I watched as they devoured their own
Splintered bones
And empty thrones
No more venom creeps
Into the darkness...
Forever to sleep