Sable Throne, Cold Reign (वर्ज़न 2)

Intro

Frost on the fence line, chain gate wearing rust like a crown

Third shift bell ring at four, whole block still shut down

My father's coat still hanging by the door, stiff with cold

Said the throne in that freezer ain't for the young or the bold

Verse 1

I started at sixteen, sweeping bone dust off the floor

Hands blue by the hour, learned to breathe through the roar

Foreman called it the cold room, said the weak don't survive

Watched grown men break in that silence, come out barely alive

I stacked the plates by the scale till my fingers went numb

Counted every carcass like a rosary, one by one

Sable coat on the wall for whoever ran the shift

Nobody touched it till the old king started to drift

He fell asleep standing once, ice in his beard like snow

Woke up and kept working, said pain's just a tempo

Taught me the ledger, red ink for every loss we bear

Said calm is a currency colder men can't wear

Ten winters in that freezer, my breath tur