Kream[Intro]
(Instrumental fade-in: distorted horns, heavy bassline, echoing footsteps)
[Verse 1]
Yo, they used to call me Enoch—walked the dust, a mortal pen,
Now I’m scribin’ lightning, heaven’s ink, the King’s right hand.
Ascended in a blaze, no grave could claim my bones,
Swapped flesh for fire, now I chart the throne’s unknowns.
Got a quill that carves commandments, split the sky with glyphs,
Watch the seraphs scatter when I crack the sacred cyphers.
Eyes like comet trails, burn the lies of mortal scripts,
Archangels salute—kiss the ring or eat my fists.
[Chorus]
Throne Room Thunder, voice that ruptures constellations,
Enoch’s gone—Metatron’s the nation’s accusation.
Scrolls of wrath, I stack the law like bricks in flames,
You pray for mercy? Boy, I *am* the court that came.
[Verse 2]
I march the veil between the realms, no mortal passport stamped,
One foot in the glow, one in the void—eternity’s cramp.
They whisper, “Metatron’s cold,” yeah, the truth’s a frostbite sermon,
I wrote the rules they break—now watch the guilty squirm in.
Hell’s a cheap motel; I’m the five-star extinction,
Witness stands crumble when I cite my own inscriptions.
Legacy? Immortal ink, no eraser in the game,
Burn the ark, rebuild it—call it chaos with a name.
[Chorus]
Throne Room Thunder, voice that ruptures constellations,
Enoch’s gone—Metatron’s the nation’s accusation.
Scrolls of wrath, I stack the law like bricks in flames,
You pray for mercy? Boy, I *am* the court that came.
[Verse 3]
I’m the bailiff of the void, the gavel in the cloud,
Turn saints to stutters when my tongue peels back the shroud.
Y’all cling to parables—I *draft* the grand design,
Every sin’s a ledger entry, every soul a dotted line.
So kneel or meet the splintered edge of every law I wrote,
Last dude who doubted? Let’s just say… he choked on smoke.
Throne Room’s my cockpit—flyin’ blind through cosmic screams,
Enoch’s just the shadow… Metatron’s the light that *gleams*.
[Outro]
(Instrumental drop: bass fades, synth echoes into silence)
