Lyrics
[Verse]
Maps spread wide like a gambler's hand
Eyes trace borders across the sand
Cold whispers plot where lives will land
While boots pound ground
No time to stand
[Prechorus]
Behind the curtain plans are spun
But the storm roars louder when it's begun
[Chorus]
The cold game plays in quiet rooms
Where silence breeds a nation's doom
But the thunder lives where the soldiers fight
Sparks in the dark ignite the night
[Verse 2]
Chessboard moves on a polished table
The general leans
Calm but unstable
Troops like pawns in a fable's fable
While fire rains down
The earth turns fatal
[Bridge]
Strategy whispers
The soldiers scream
One builds the plan
The other bleeds the dream
The general's pen writes wars unseen
But the thunder lives where the fields turn green
[Chorus]
The cold game plays in quiet rooms
Where silence breeds a nation's doom
But the thunder lives where the soldiers fight
Sparks in the dark ignite the night
Style
dramaticorchestralcinematic
Prompt
Comparison of the cold game a strategy that generals play to the thunderous fighting their troops engage in.
Credits
Prompt byWhyAllSadddd
GeneratedDec 20, 2025
ModelAria v5
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