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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Silver cups on a stone cold table
Names carved deep in a language of blame
We learned chess on a bloodstained cradle
Every move praised
Never our names
Armor first
Then a crooked halo
“Pick a side” was a lullaby
We grew tall in our parents’ shadows
Sharp as spears
Too scared to cry
[Chorus]
We were war-born daughters
Sons of thunder
Not made for holding hands in the rain
Only crowns
Only maps
Only numbers
Just a scorecard hiding our pain
If I fall
They’ll call it honor
But I’m tired of dying to prove I’m theirs
We’re the unloved heirs to the altar
Demigods used and broken in their prayers
[Verse 2]
Blessed with storms
With a hunter’s vision
Cursed with hearts they refused to see
Every hug had a cold condition
Every “bravo” chained to a decree
We drew lines in the dust like borders
Turned our scars into crooked flags
They wrote tales of our perfect slaughter
Never asked
What we never had
[Chorus]
We were war-born daughters
Sons of thunder
Not made for holding hands in the rain
Only crowns
Only maps
Only numbers
Just a scorecard hiding our pain
If I fall
They’ll call it honor
But I’m tired of dying to prove I’m theirs
We’re the unloved heirs to the altar
Demigods used and broken in their prayers
[Bridge]
What if I walk off this battlefield
Drop my blade in the river
Let it rust away
If destiny’s just a gilded cage
I’ll break every bar
Every prophecy page (hey)
[Chorus]
We were war-born daughters
Sons of thunder
But I’m done being written as a wound
I want nights full of quiet wonder
Not a name on a marble tomb
If I fall
Let it be for myself now
Not a god who forgets my face
We’re the unloved heirs
Who are learning somehow
To turn their battleground into our place
Details
GeneratedFeb 23, 2026
Duration2:44
LanguageEnglish
Style
pop, Emo-pop with female vocals over saturated guitars and filtered synth pads, midtempo groove. Intimate, close-mic verses on palm-muted chords; chorus explodes with wide distorted stacks, marching toms, and gang shouts. Bridge strips to vocal + sparse piano before a final, raw full-band hit., emo
Credits
Prompt by
Artemis15
Artemis15ModelAria v5
Prompt
Female, emo, pop. The Greek gods have kids to make them fight their battles. Not born for love but for strategy and power. The unloved yet expected children of the gods. Demigods used and broken fight
