The End of Elarion Continent — Bad Ending | Fantasy R. Music

The End of Elarion Continent — Bad Ending | Fantasy R. Music

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The Story Behind This Song

Long ago, there existed a sacred kingdom sustained not by armies or wealth, but by the light of a divine king. As long as the people remained kind and pure, the kingdom flourished beneath endless dawn.

But over time, darkness grew within human hearts. Greed, hatred, and desire weakened the holy light, and demons began rising from the edge of the world.

Knowing the kingdom could not be saved from the throne alone, the king abandoned his crown and departed on a lonely pilgrimage to seek the Primordial Flame — the only power capable of restoring the world.

He wandered for countless years.

He crossed frozen mountains, endless deserts, ruined lands, and battlefields drowned in shadow. He fought so many demons that his sword became dull, his cloak fell apart, and eventually even his memories faded. In the end, he no longer remembered he had once been king. Only one instinct remained:

Keep walking forward.

Back in the kingdom, the people still prayed for his return. They believed their king would come back with the light.

But far away, deep within a frozen cave surrounded by demons, the king finally reached his limit.

This time, there was no miracle.

When he drew his final breath, the world itself began to collapse.

The sky shattered like glass. Mountains crumbled into ash. Oceans vanished into darkness. Cities, history, memories — everything dissolved from space and time itself.

Because the king was never merely a ruler.

He was the soul of the world.

Most living beings disappeared alongside the kingdom. Only a few escaped the destruction, cast into the endless void between worlds.

But the survivors lost all memory of who they once were.

Now they wander eternally through time and space as nameless travelers, carrying only a strange sorrow deep within their hearts… as if somewhere, long ago, there had once been a beautiful world filled with light.

Note:
Perhaps you are the king of your own world.
Do not abandon your world.

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[Verse 1]
Far away through storm and snow,
Where dying winds no longer blow,
Our king lies cold beneath the stone,
Surrounded now, abandoned, alone.
And still we pray with folded hands,
Still we beg the heavens stand,
“Please let his weary spirit rise,
Please keep the light within his eyes.”

[Verse 2]
His sword was cracked, his armor torn,
His hands still bled from countless wars.
The demons watched with hungry eyes,
Like wolves beneath forgotten skies.
No crown remained upon his head,
Only silence, only dread.
And in the cave, so dark and far,
The last king reached for fading stars.

[Pre-Chorus]
Kyrie... Kyrie... hear the call...
If the king should fade, we fall...

[Chorus]
When the king drew his final breath,
The heavens cracked in silent death.
The mountains broke, the oceans cried,
And every holy fire died.
The sky was torn, the stars were slain,
The world dissolved like ash in rain.
All we were was swept away,
Like dreams that could no longer stay.

[Verse 3]
The golden towers turned to dust,
The sacred halls forgot their trust.
The bells grew still, the prayers ceased,
And darkness swallowed every street.
The earth itself began to scream,
As time collapsed beyond the dream.
The sun grew dim, the void drew near,
And all creation vanished there.

[Bridge]
A few escaped the dying flame,
But none could speak their ancient names.
Through endless night they drift alone,
Without a past, without a home.
Lost between the stars and time,
Like broken echoes left behind.
The world they loved is gone from sight,
A fallen spark within the night.

[Final Chorus]
When the king drew his final breath,
The world was buried under death.
No final song, no last sunrise,
Only ruins beneath dead skies.
And somewhere in eternal night,
The wanderers still chase the light.
Not knowing why their hearts still ache,
For a world that time itself erased.

[Outro]
The snow still falls where the king once lay...
But now even the mountain has forgotten his name.

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