King of kings

歌词

[Verse 1] In a town where the walls were built of gold, There walked a man who wore a simple coat. No crown upon his brow, no palace doors to open, He carried only the quiet of a heart unbroken. He heard the bells ring in the empty streets, The hungry eyes that waited for a bite. With a whisper, he turned the air to bread, And the people sang a song they’d never heard. [Pre‑Chorus] They called him king of kings, yet he said, “Real power lives where doubts have fled.” [Chorus] Rei sem coroa, the throne is in the sky, Where the light is endless, the treasure’s why. No fear, no doubt, just a voice inside, That turns a need into a tide. Rei sem coroa, the world can see— The richest hearts are the ones set free. [Verse 2] The soldiers marched with iron and a drum, The taxes fell like rain upon the hum. But he walked through the fields with a prayer so soft, And the crops grew green, the earth aloft. When the sea turned wild and the sailors lost, His words were salt, and the wind was lost. Calm came as if the storm had never been, And the ship sang a lullaby in the deep blue. [Pre‑Chorus] He taught the throne’s true shape, A quiet kingdom where love escapes. [Chorus] Rei sem coroa, the throne is in the sky, Where the light is endless, the treasure’s why. No fear, no doubt, just a voice inside, That turns a need into a tide. Rei sem coroa, the world can see— The richest hearts are the ones set free. [Bridge] In the hush between the prayers, he whispers, “You’re enough.” Every pulse, a promise, no need to count the stuff. A child’s laugh, a sunrise, the echo of a song— These are the treasures that truly belong. [Verse 3] They saw a kingdom built on marble and might, But he showed a throne that burned so bright. The greatest treasure was not in gold or stone, It was the song inside the hearts alone. [Chorus] Rei sem coroa, the throne is in the sky, Where the light is endless, the treasure’s why. No fear, no doubt, just a voice inside, That turns a need into a tide. Rei sem coroa, the world can see— The richest hearts are the ones set free. [Outro] When the sun sets low, the streets all feel his grace, The silence whispers the truth of a holy place. The king without a crown has walked into our view, And now we all know, the richest lives are new.