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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I found my name in the river rock
All worn thin by the years I crossed
Same old path, same bitter cold
But my hands are slower than they were before
I watched the foam pull scars downstream
Saw the boy I was in the broken sheen
He ran like fire, he cursed the sky
I stood there now with a quieter eye
[Pre-Chorus]
And the falls kept calling
Kept tearing the dark apart
Every drop felt older
Than the beat inside my heart
[Chorus]
At the waterfall
I hear my past
At the waterfall
It never asks
I was iron then
Now I bend
At the waterfall
I remember when (remember when)
[Verse 2]
There was a face I should not lose
A rusted gate and a pair of boots
A house that shook when the winter came
And a mother saying my stubborn name
There were roads I took just to prove my pride
Broken vows and a friend I left behind
The young don't see what the old man sees
A thousand cuts in the cedar trees
[Pre-Chorus]
And the falls kept calling
Like thunder under stone
Every white strand rising
Told me I’m not alone
[Chorus]
At the waterfall
I hear my past
At the waterfall
It never asks
I was iron then
Now I bend
At the waterfall
I remember when (remember when)
[Bridge]
I don't fear the ending
I fear what I forgot
The gold, the grief, the weddings
The names the years have shot
So let the water take me
Let it name what I became
I am not what I was made to be
I am the fire and the rain
[Final Chorus]
At the waterfall
I hear my past
At the waterfall
It never asks
I was iron then
Now I bend
At the waterfall
I remember when (remember when)
At the waterfall
I stand and sing
At the waterfall
I still am everything (everything)
Details
GeneratedJun 22, 2026
Duration5:28
LanguageEnglish
Style
Symphonic metal with mid-tempo gallop, double-kick surges, chugging low strings, and soaring orchestral swells; verse rides tense palm-muted guitars and taiko-like toms, pre-chorus opens into layered choir pads, chorus hits with huge stacked harmonies and brass accents. Harsh lead vocal with clean tenor doubles on the hook, gang shouts in the refrain, reverse cymbal rises into each lift, water-spray ambience and timpani rolls between lines. Wide, polished, monumental mix, metal, symphonic metal
Credits
Prompt by
terencelockyer
terencelockyerModelAria v5.5
Prompt
A song about getting old and reflecting on the past standing at a waterfall, metal, symphonic metal
