Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] We did it right, by God we did We held the line, we kept our heads They came in storms on beating wings— Ashdrakes black and wyvern kings We knew that fight, we knew it well Met iron shot and gave them hell They tried to spark our powder flame We kept it dry, we played it sane And they fell down like summer rain Shot from sky to street and lane We almost thought we’d turned the tide— We almost thought we’d won that fight But war don’t break the way you plan It turns its teeth on every man [Chorus 1] Oh London burns, the bells don’t ring Smoke like a shroud round everything We held the sky, we held the wall But hell came up beneath it all [Verse 2] The streets split wide with thunder’s sound Like something clawing from the ground Scaled and crawling, pouring through— Behind our line where no one knew We turned too late, we heard the cries Felt the fire from both our sides Some broke ranks to try and save The ones cut off we could not brave They vanished quick in wing and flame Gone before we knew their names Steel and powder, blood and cries— No time left for alibis [Chorus 2] Oh London burns, the river glows Fire in every street it knows We beat the wings, we broke their flight But lost the city in the night [Verse 3] Shot ran low, and powder thin Barrels near to empty tin Orders came we feared to hear: “Fall to the fleet—fall back to pier!” We dragged the guns, we cursed, we bled Carried wounded, left the dead Ironclads waiting in the bay Black against the burning day We turned to load and make a stand With naval shot and steady hand But as we primed and raised our line— The beasts swept in like closing time Fire took the streets in waves Still some fight the city gave Pockets holding, small and grim— Candles fighting at the brim [Final Chorus] We ain’t done yet, hear this song London burns—but not for long We’ll learn the dark beneath the stone We’ll hunt them where they thought their own Oh London burns—but mark me well We walked alive straight out of hell We bent, we bled, gave up the ground— But we ain’t the kind to stay knocked down
Tags
Dark outlaw folk, gritty male vocal, acoustic guitar, fiddle, harmonica, stomps, war drums, smoky, defiant, apocalyptic
Duration
4:24
Instrumental
No
Created
4/8/2026