Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] March of the marked Barcodes burned in the skin Glass eyes stare Wired straight into the grid Tongues of the cowed Licked clean of their names Thrones built high On a billion broken backs [Chorus] New world order Built on bone and border Watch their kingdom choke in flame New world order Every crown grows colder Death to the weak they claim Death to the weak becomes their grave (hey!) [Verse 2] Teeth of the gear Grinding down the poor Cold hands clap For an endless profit war Pale-faced kings Feeding on the famine Rust drips down From the golden standard [Breakdown] Bow now Face in the ash They raised you up just to snap you in half Bow now Taste what they reap Death to the weak? drag the giants to their knees [Chorus] New world order Built on bone and border Watch their kingdom choke in flame New world order Every crown grows colder Death to the weak they claim Death to the weak becomes their grave (woah)
Tags
metal, Ultra-heavy death metal with downtuned, chugging guitars in drop tuning, thick distorted bass locking tight to relentless double-kick and blast beats. Male vocals: deep gutturals with occasional higher screams. Verses are tight tremolo riffs; chorus opens into half-time, crowd-chant feel before slamming into a massive breakdown with dissonant chords and pick scrapes. Mix is crushing and dense, with brief spaces for cymbal wash and feedback to breathe between sections., death metal, world
Duration
3:01
Instrumental
No
Created
3/5/2026