Verse 1

We draped the hall in black and moved the flowers back inside,

the ceremony folded into mourning overnight.

Somewhere a river took what the cameras couldn't find,

and the names we cannot count are rolling out with the tide.

Chorus

Ring the bells for the unconfirmed,

for the grief that has no archive, no return.

We know what was taken — the crown, the stone, the dead —

but the rest stays locked behind what isn't said.

Verse 2

The throne passes quietly, as thrones have always done,

while ransom notes pile up before the morning's barely gone.

Rhetoric is sharpened just enough to draw a line,

no one wants the war, but no one's willing to resign.

Chorus

Ring the bells for the unconfirmed,

for the grief that has no archive, no return.

We know what was taken — the crown, the stone, the dead —

but the rest stays locked behind what isn't said.

Bridge

Six hundred diamonds glittering under August glass,

and someone walked out laughing through the ordinary mass.

A verdict not yet final, an allegation still in air —

we carry what we cannot prove, the weight of being there.

Chorus

Ring the bells for the unconfirmed,

for the grief that has no archive, no return.

We know what was taken — the crown, the stone, the dead —

but the rest stays locked behind what isn't said.

Outro

The summer keeps its brightness like it doesn't know a thing.

We fold the flags, we cancel vows, we wait for what news brings.

Instrumental Outro

How did it make you feel?

A new song arrives tomorrow.