Court that Came

[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)