(Verse 1)
I log in, a shadow in the velvet void,
Survey your empire, oh, how I’m overjoyed.
Your mansion gleams, a fragile masterpiece,
But by dawn, it’ll crumble, a canvas of my caprice.
Your gardens lush? They’ll wither and wail,
Your spires divine? Eclipsed by my gale.
I’m no villain, just a twisted bard,
Composing a symphony with your house of cards.
(Chorus)
I’m the Grief King, maestro of despair,
With a bucket of chaos and a devil-may-care.
Every block you place, I’ll deface with glee,
Bow to the bedlam, your world belongs to me!
(Verse 2)
Your sky-high base, an architect’s dream,
But I’ll paint it with water, let it flow downstream.
Your vault of diamonds, guarded so tight,
Will glisten in my hands under pale moonlight.
I’m the puppeteer of this grand charade,
Turning glory to ruins, where shadows parade.
Each shattered shard, each splintered stone,
Etches my name in the walls you’ve known.
(Chorus)
I’m the Grief King, maestro of despair,
With a bucket of chaos and a devil-may-care.
Every block you place, I’ll deface with glee,
Bow to the bedlam, your world belongs to me!
(Bridge)
Summon the admins, rally the mods,
But my chaos ascends like Olympian gods.
Molten madness, obsidian tears,
A crown forged in flame over countless years.
You’ll rebuild, I’ll return, it’s a timeless refrain,
A phoenix of ruin rising again.
Don’t call it griefing, it’s a dastardly art,
A tapestry torn, yet a villain’s heart.
(Chorus)
I’m the Grief King, maestro of despair,
With a bucket of chaos and a devil-may-care.
Every block you place, I’ll deface with glee,
Bow to the bedlam, your world belongs to me!
(Outro)
So here’s my throne, obsidian-black,
Built on the ruins of the worlds I attack.
No block is sacred, no build can survive,
I’m the Grief King, and your world keeps me alive!