Beneath the veil of fading light, I stand to claim the throne

The final blow, the perfect strike, to cut through flesh and bone

A silent dance of shadowed steel, the end within my grasp

With every step, the judgment falls, the die is cast

Coup de Grace, the final breath

A reckoning, a dance with death

Coup de Grace, the line is drawn

No turning back, the dawn is gone

Through treachery and whispered lies, your empire starts to fall

I carve my name in crimson lines upon your shattered wall

Your crown reduced to ash and dust, your legacy erased

In the silence of your downfall, my triumph is embraced

Coup de Grace, the final breath

A reckoning, a dance with death

Coup de Grace, the line is drawn

No turning back, the dawn is gone

Coup de Grace, the final breath

A reckoning, a dance with death

Coup de Grace, the line is drawn

The shadows rise, and you are gone

One swift stroke to seal your fate

No time to beg, no time to wait

Coup de Grace, the end has come

Your reign is done, your soul succumbs