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(War drums pound. Low chant.)
[Intro – Chant]
Beat the drum. Hold the line.
Bread and blood. Yours and mine.
No crown. No throne.
Just a table on broken stone.
[Verse 1]
Sirens cut the city night,
Bills stack up, the news wants a fight.
Factories close, tempers rise,
Everybody’s picking sides.
Screens say hate is justified,
Walk on past, protect your pride.
But down where the streetlight bends,
A stranger stops. A stranger bends.
[Pre-Chorus]
Not a hero forged in flame,
Just working hands and an honest name.
When the crowd looks down and turns away,
He chooses love anyway.
[Chorus – Full Assault]
Raise the drums. Break the chain.
We are mercy in the rain.
Not by sword. Not by fame.
We lift the fallen in His name.
At the table of the Good Samaritan,
No badge, no rank, no better man.
Just everyday souls who understand
Redemption starts with an open hand.
(Militant chant)
Feed the weak. Guard the scarred.
Stand your ground. Hit hard.
[Verse 2]
Single mom on a double shift,
Back bent low but her spirit won’t drift.
Old man shaking in winter wind,
One warm coat could pull him in.
Kid with anger he can’t explain,
Carrying weight like iron chain.
We’re all one fall from roadside dust,
One bad turn from broken trust.
[Pre-Chorus]
Grace don’t ask what side you’re on.
It bleeds for you till the hate is gone.
[Chorus]
Raise the drums. Break the chain.
We are mercy in the rain.
Not by throne. Not by gun.
We fight by what we’ve done.
At the table of the Good Samaritan,
Room for the addict, the veteran.
Room for the skeptic, the tired young man.
Room for the woman who still believes she can.
[Breakdown – Heavy]
When the world says step aside
We step in.
When the fear says let him bleed
We bind skin.
No spotlight. No parade.
Just quiet choices that we made.
This is war on the cold within.
This is how the lost ones win.
[Final Chant]
Who is my neighbor?
The one alone.
Who is my neighbor?
The flesh and bone.
Beat the drum. Hold the line.
Bread and blood. Yours and mine.
On this road where the broken stand,
We are the table. We are the hand.
Details
GeneratedFeb 22, 2026
Duration3:54
LanguageEnglish
Style
Aggressive war-drum metal anthem, militant chants, heavy breakdowns, bold redemption theme
Credits
Prompt by
TheWordwithTobie
TheWordwithTobieModelAria v5
