Prompt / Lyrics
Intro (low, slow chant) Hrrmm… Cold iron. Cold sea. Cold hearts beat harder. Verse I Salt in the wound, frost in the lung, We were raised on steel and the lie of mercy. No soft gods here — only teeth and sky, Only hands that break or die. Build We learned our names from screams, Learned our prayers from war. Verse Salt in the wound, frost in the lung, We were raised on steel and the lie of mercy. No soft gods here — only teeth and sky, Only hands that break or die. Build We learned our names from screams, Learned our prayers from war. Chorus (shouted, unclean) HEY! Fire in the chest, rage in the bone! We take what’s owed — flesh and throne! No fear! No knees! No grace! We carve our fate into God’s face! Verse Mother sang blood, father swung fate, Cradled by storm, baptized in hate. The world spits first — we spit back steel, You don’t survive… You take what’s real. Chorus (harder, faster) HEY! Fire in the chest, rage in the bone! We take what’s owed — flesh and throne! No fear! No knees! No grace! We carve our fate into God’s face! Breakdown (drums only + chant) Hrr! Hrr! Hrr! WHO ARE WE? — The storm that remembers! WHAT DO WE WANT? — Blood and tomorrow! Hrr! Hrr! Hrr! Bridge (animal, almost spoken) Raven eyes watching, Wolf breath close. If this is the end — We bite its throat. Final Chorus (last stand energy) HEY! Fire in the chest, rage in the bone! Let Valhalla choke on our name alone! No fear! No knees! No grace! We die on our feet — WE BREAK THIS PLACE! Outro (low, exhausted growl) Cold sea… Warm blood… We were never meant to be calm.
Tags
raw, primal mystical fury, warlike rage. A dark ritual sung by warriors before battlel. tone should be coarse
Duration
3:29
Instrumental
No
Created
12/14/2025