Prompt:

Raise the banners over morning, let the marble towers ring. Gold upon the highest horizon, clear the road before the king. Not a tyrant, not an idol, not a saint without a scar, he is judgment crowned with mercy, he is sunlight armed for war. Every oath beneath his heaven, every wing that guards the gate, knows the fire behind his laughter, knows the hand that answers fate. When the storm climbs up the altar, when the dark demands its due, he will stand where others falter and decide what must be true. [Pre-Chorus] No shadow takes the throne while he is breathing, no fear commands the dawn while he remains. He bears the law, the love, the wound, the kingdom, and walks through flame as if it knows his name. [Chorus] Gilgamesh, crown of the dawn, golden heart with thunder drawn. Heaven rises when you call, Aether burns and shadows fall. Gilgamesh, sovereign flame, light remembers every name. Through the storm and through the scar, you remain the morning star. [Verse 2] There is warmth behind the glory, there is laughter under steel. He can shake the halls with power, then make broken spirits heal. Pride enough to face creation, grace enough to bend his head, he has learned that every verdict leaves a silence with the dead. So he rules with open vision, never weak and never cold. If he loves, the heavens witness; if he fights, the worlds behold. Let the jealous gods keep watching, let old laws test what he chose. He will carry sin and splendor where the sacred river flows. [Pre-Chorus] No crown is pure that never touched the sorrow, no blade is just that never learned to grieve. He guards today, remembers yesterday, and gives the lost a reason to believe. [Chorus] Gilgamesh, crown of the dawn, golden heart with thunder drawn. Heaven rises when you call, Aether burns and shadows fall. Gilgamesh, sovereign flame, light remembers every name. Through the storm and through the scar, you remain the morning star. [Bridge] When silence falls on Eccentria, when prayers grow thin and pale, his name still moves through broken streets like wind against a sail. The children paint his wings in gold, the warriors speak him low, the gardens bloom beneath the steps where only legends go. Yet in the halls behind the throne, where royal masks come down, he keeps one laugh, one hand, one home more dear than any crown. For all the choirs that praise his light, for every oath they sing, the greatest truth beneath the sun is love can rule a king. [Fast Build] Beat the drums and wake the fire, let the high celestial choir call the lord of golden skies where the burning standards rise. He is not the flawless story, he is mercy armed with glory, he is every vow restored, he is sunrise with a sword. Through the breach and through the thunder, through the worlds that crack asunder, through the grief no crown can hide, he will stand with dawn beside. Let the darkness gather legions, let it poison holy regions, let it curse the gates of day; he will not be turned away. [Final Chorus] Gilgamesh, crown of the dawn, golden heart with thunder drawn. Heaven rises when you call, Aether burns and shadows fall. Gilgamesh, sovereign flame, light remembers every name. Through the storm and through the scar, you remain the morning star. Gilgamesh, ruler of light, keeper of the sacred height. Raise the sun and split the night, lead the lost through golden fire. Gilgamesh, hear the skies, see the faithful banners rise. Heaven roars beneath your star, king of dawn, beloved by all. [Outro] Crown of mercy, crown of flame, Eccentria speaks your name. Where your golden wings unfold, even sorrow turns to gold.