Lyrics
At peak, behold an isolated king
Tallest towers reigning
Raining into the mouth of the just
A power point, once a powerful leader
Now he doth cower upon his night gown
He adorns
Upon this midnight hour
Bring four horses
And
At his peak, he slipped
And landed into a kingdom
From
old fables and older gods,
This isnt how it ought to be
Alone, with the madness
The fears
Of becoming weak
And losing nothing you haven’t already gained,
Imagine his pain
Gold and silver
Forevermore;
Engraved
Is her face
In him,
Ingrained
So
Long past
the very dirt holding her grave
Details
GeneratedJul 28, 2026
Duration2:12
LanguageEnglish
Style
metal, symphonic metal, gothic metal, industrial metal
Credits
Prompt byprettylittlefilly
ModelAria v5.5
