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[Verse 1]
Ash on my armor
Dust in my lungs
Banner in tatters
Drums in my blood
Gold on the ramparts
Steel in their eyes
Fire on the hillside
Fear in their lines
[Pre-Chorus]
I taste iron on my tongue
Hear my heartbeat like a drum
Every scar has led to this
Every dare
Every risk
[Chorus]
Bow drawn back at the rebels at the gate
Sword held high and my hands still shake
But I won’t break
I won’t break
If this is the end of the world they made
Then let it fall when I shout my name
I’ll stand
I’ll stay
Hope like a blade
[Verse 2]
Mud on my greaves
Blood on my sleeve
Prayers from the chapel
Caught in the breeze
Crowns on their helmets
Thorns on their pride
We outnumbered
Outcast
Burning inside
[Pre-Chorus]
I see shadows lose their shape
When the first light starts to wake
Every fear becomes a spark
When you’re cornered in the dark
[Chorus]
Bow drawn back at the rebels at the gate
Sword held high and my hands still shake
But I won’t break
I won’t break
If this is the end of the world they made
Then let it fall when I shout my name
I’ll stand
I’ll stay
Hope like a blade
[Bridge]
Let them ring their rusted bells (hey!)
Let them raise their rusted steel
We were forged in deeper hells
We remember how to heal
Call my sisters from the hill
Call my brothers from the plain
Every heartbeat marching still
Through the smoke
Through the rain (oh)
[Chorus]
Bow drawn back at the rebels at the gate
Sword held high and my hands still shake
But I won’t break
I won’t break
If this is the end of the world they made
Then let it fall when I shout my name
I’ll stand
I’ll stay
Hope like a blade
[Outro]
Ash on my armor
Light in my eyes
If we fall here
We still rise
Details
GeneratedFeb 1, 2026
Duration4:22
LanguageEnglish
Style
rock, Female vocals. Cinematic rock with soaring strings: palm-muted guitars and tom-heavy drums in the verses, huge open chords in the chorus. Violin carries a tense, dancing countermelody; cello pulses under the guitars. Ambient choirs bloom on the pre-chorus, then the chorus explodes with stacked harmonies and a driving, hopeful beat. Final chorus modulates up for a triumphant lift., medieval, ambient, violin, cello
Credits
Prompt by
megsbloo04
megsbloo04ModelAria v5
Prompt
female, rock, hopeful. Battling the biggest war between rebels and royals. Bow drawn back, sword ready to attack, fantasy, medieval, violin, cello, ambient
