Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Ash in the beards of the chosen Blood on the bark of the oaks We carve old names into iron We breathe that blackened smoke Bare feet on frozen granite Teeth bared Ready to break Drums in the gut like thunder Rage in the riverbed veins [Chorus] Crushing stone gods ’Til the altar cracks Hear the old world Screaming back Raise your scars Like a burning flag Crushing stone gods Let the idols drag [Verse 2] Skulls hang low from the branches Ravens map out our roads Firelight stains on our faces Truth in the weight of the blows We don’t bow down to their pamphlets We don’t kneel under their threads Our law is steel and splinters Our choir The waking dead (hey!) [Chorus] Crushing stone gods ’Til the altar cracks Hear the old world Screaming back Raise your scars Like a burning flag Crushing stone gods Let the idols drag [Bridge] Old tongue On a bitten lip Old oaths In a tightening grip If fear is a crown We’re cutting the cord If faith is a chain We’re breaking the lord [Chorus] Crushing stone gods ’Til the altar cracks Hear the old world Screaming back Raise your scars Like a burning flag Crushing stone gods Crushing stone gods Crushing stone gods Let the idols drag
Tags
metal, Huge modern pagan metal: drop-tuned guitars with relentless palm-muted chugs, double-kick bursts, and a wall of stacked rhythm tracks. Male vocals that roar in the verses and soar in the chorus, with gang shouts on key lines. Lead guitar carves out a minor-key, folk-tinged melody; tom-heavy drums and low choirs drive a ritualistic, warlike energy arc., loud, deep
Duration
3:27
Instrumental
No
Created
3/22/2026