Prompt / Lyrics
(Intro – Slow marching drums, distant fife) Left… right… left… right… Hear the war drums in the night… (Verse 1) I laid my rifle in the cold red clay, Said my fighting days were done. But the king’s men came with fire and chains Under the Carolina sun. Boots in the dirt and torches high, Smoke rising through the trees. They burned my home and they took my blood— Now they’re begging on their knees. (Pre-Chorus – building drums) Hear the drums begin to pound… Hear the rebels gather round… (Chorus – big marching chant) March! March! Through the Carolina pines, Steel and thunder in the rebel lines. Raise that flag, let the tyrants see— This land was born to be free. Fight! Fight! Let the war drums roll, Freedom burning in our souls. If we fall, let the whole world know— We died before we bowed. (Verse 2) Swamps and shadows hide our guns, Redcoats never see us move. Every musket in the midnight fog Has a debt that must be proved. They took my son in a line of chains, Shot another where he stood. Now every rebel in these woods Is hunting red for blood. (Pre-Chorus) Hear the thunder through the trees… Hear the wolves of liberty… (Chorus) March! March! Through the Carolina pines, Steel and thunder in the rebel lines. Raise that flag, let the tyrants see— This land was born to be free. Fight! Fight! Let the war drums roll, Freedom burning in our souls. If we fall, let the whole world know— We died before we bowed. (Bridge – half-time heavy stomp) Drums like thunder… cannons roar… Brothers falling in the war. Hold the line… don’t retreat… Hear the dead march in the beat. Raise the colors through the flame— A nation rising from the slain. (Final Chorus – biggest and heaviest) March! March! Through the Carolina pines, Steel and thunder in the rebel lines. Raise that flag, let the tyrants see— This land was born to be free. Fight! Fight! Let the war drums roll, Freedom burning in our souls. If we fall, let the whole world know— We died before we bowed. March! March! Through the Carolina pines, Steel and thunder in the rebel lines. Raise that flag, let the tyrants see— This land was born to be free. Fight! Fight! Let the war drums roll, Freedom burning in our souls. If we fall in the smoke below— The fire of freedom grows. (Outro – chant fading with drums) Left… right… left… right… Freedom’s coming with the fight.
Tags
Southern Heavy Arena Rock, male
Duration
4:09
Instrumental
No
Created
3/11/2026