Letras
The world rests on broken shoulders
And the gods have turned their backs
He holds the sky with trembling hands
Bent beneath demands and plans
Their wars, their debts, their shattered dreams
Fall upon him in silent screams
No crown upon his weary head
Just calloused hands and rising dread
Atlas bleeds... and no one sees
He bears the cost of kings' decrees
Atlas bleeds... for every sin
Of tyrants rotting deep within
Built their empires on his spine
Draped in chains, called it "divine"
While they feast behind their gates
He breaks beneath the nations' weight
No throne awaits the one who stands
Just graves and dust, not golden lands
Atlas bleeds... and no one sees
He bears the cost of kings' decrees
Atlas bleeds... for every sin
Of tyrants rotting deep within
He never asked to lift the world
But now it crushes him alone
But now it crushes him alone
No throne awaits the one who stands
Just graves and dust, not golden lands
Atlas bleeds... and no one sees
He bears the cost of kings' decrees
Atlas bleeds... for every sin
Of tyrants rotting deep within
He never asked to lift the world
But now it crushes him alone