Ash Crown, No Throne (wersja 2)

Intro

Furnace door glows orange like a wound that won't close

Foreman's chalk marks names on the beam, nobody knows

Grandfather poured the iron when the whole yard was cold

Called it his crown before the crown turned to gold

Verse

He worked the ladle at seventeen, hands wrapped in rag

Poured the molten steel like blood into a mold, no brag

Skin took the splatter, left a map across his arm

Called every scar a medal, said it kept him out of harm

Foreman never learned his name, just called him boy with the pole

Twelve-hour shifts, no water break, just smoke down his throat like coal

Momma packed him bread and salt, said eat before the bell

He'd trade his lunch for extra shift, said hunger he could tell

Slag pile grew behind the yard like a mountain made of waste

He climbed it every evening, said the view was his to taste

Union man came round with promises wrapped in paper thin

He shook his head, kept pouring, said the fire don't let you in

Thirty years of heat and ash turned his knuckles into stone

Never owned the mill, never owned a single throne

But every ingot bears the mark of the hand that shaped the shape

Ash on his collar was the only crown he'd ever take

Chorus

Ash crown, no throne, forged where the fire is thrown

Every scar's a signature, every ache I own

They can keep the metal, I kept what it cost

Ash crown, no throne, but I never was lost

Verse

I inherited the burn without the badge or the pay

Warehouse now instead of furnace, same twelve-hour day

Forklift steady, dust replaced the ash on my sleeve

Same scars, just newer wounds, same lessons I believe

Grandfather's photo taped inside my locker door

Reminds me every shift what silence asks for

Boss don't know my story, thinks I'm just a name on a sheet

I carry