

Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro - Flutes, war drums, distant howling wind] [Chanting] HO-HO-HO-HO! HO-HO-HO-HO! FROSTY PEAKS! MAMMOTH STOMPS! HEAR HER ROAR ACROSS THE SWAMPS! [Verse 1 - Flutes and accordion, building energy] High in the Hoarfrost Reach where the blizzards bite There walks a matriarch in snowy white Biggest of the Fanged Beasts, that's a fact Her furry coat's a warm habitat Popo nod with every step she takes The frozen ground beneath her literally shakes Hunters see her size and turn around But the brave ones stay—then they get squashed into the ground! [Pre-Chorus - Tempo quickens] TRUNK SWING! (WHIP!) TUSK SLASH! (SLICE!) BIG FOOT! (STEP!) PAY THE PRICE! [Chorus - Full folk metal, heavy guitars meet flutes] GAMMOTH! QUEEN OF THE COLD! GAMMOTH! FIFTY TONS OF FUR AND MIGHT! GAMMOTH! WATCH YOUR TARGETING RETICLE— ONE HIT AND YOU'RE OUT OF THE FIGHT! [Verse 2 - Fiddle solo under vocals] She's got a little Gammoth following along Teaching it to be big, teaching it to be strong Baby's got tiny tusks, fluffy as can be Don't get any ideas—mama's watching jealously One wrong move near that little one And you'll learn what a trunk can really do, son She'll pick you up, she'll throw you in the snow Then stomp once—carte. That's the show. [Pre-Chorus 2] TRUNK SWING! (AGAIN!) TUSK SLASH! (SWISH!) BIG FOOT! (STOMP!) DODGE OR PERISH! [Chorus] GAMMOTH! QUEEN OF THE COLD! GAMMOTH! FIFTY TONS OF FUR AND MIGHT! GAMMOTH! WATCH YOUR TARGETING RETICLE— ONE HIT AND YOU'RE OUT OF THE FIGHT! [Bridge - Slower, almost ballad-like] [Clean vocals, flutes only] They say she's just a damage sponge... A big slow target for your blade... But when the blizzard hides her form... She's the hunter, not the prey... [Guitar Solo - Folk metal style, melodic with tremolo picking] [Breakdown - Heavy stomp rhythm] [Screamed, crowd working as one] LEFT! (STOMP!) RIGHT! (STOMP!) BOTH FEET! (STOMP STOMP!) DODGE OR DIE TRYING! LEFT! (STOMP!) RIGHT! (STOMP!) BOTH FEET! (STOMP STOMP!) NOW YOU'RE FLYING! [Final Chorus - Triumphant, crowd chanting] GAMMOTH! QUEEN OF THE COLD! (HO!) GAMMOTH! FIFTY TONS OF FUR AND MIGHT! (HO!) GAMMOTH! WATCH YOUR TARGETING RETICLE— ONE HIT AND YOU'RE— [Everything stops] ...wait, is that a baby? [Outro - Soft flutes, wind sounds] [Gentle] Little trunk wrapped 'round her own... Following mama through the snow... Hunters watching from below... ...maybe we should let them go. [Final sound - Baby Gammoth squeak]
Tags
Nerdcore, Folk Metal, female
4:01
No
3/4/2026