Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Boots on the sand of a ruined road Ash on the maps that we stole Lantern swinging like a restless halo Breath making ghosts in the cold You say the trees remember names Carved in the bark Swallowed by age Somewhere ahead is a crooked throne Black crown waiting for us alone [Chorus] So we march into the shadow Carrying the names of the lost If the dark wants a war It can bleed for the cost Raise your hand Draw your blade in the air Let the hollow hills hear our call We were small We were scared Now we’re fire in the halls [Verse 2] River runs thick with another year’s sins Moon hides its face in the wind Old stone gate with a jawline cracked Teeth of iron Rusted and black You touch the hilt like a childhood scar Flash of the barn That falling star All that was taken All that they burned Fuels every step as the valley turns [Chorus] So we march into the shadow Carrying the names of the lost If the dark wants a war It can bleed for the cost Raise your hand Draw your blade in the air Let the hollow hills hear our call We were small We were scared Now we’re fire in the halls [Bridge] If I falter If I fade (don’t let go) Write my story in the stone by the road If you stumble in the sway of the smoke Say my name like a spell Like a hope (oh) [Chorus] So we march into the shadow Carrying the names of the lost If the dark wants a war It can bleed for the cost Raise your hand Draw your blade in the air Let the hollow hills hear our call We were small We were scared Now we’re fire in the halls
Tags
rock, Indie rock meets dark ambient: roomy live drums under a pulsing, reverb-drenched bass; hazy tremolo guitars smear into distant synth choirs. Verses stay hushed and atmospheric, like marching through fog; chorus blooms with wide distorted chords and gang-style backing vocals. Male vocals, intimate in the verses, ragged and soaring in the hooks, with grainy delay tails on key phrases., indie rock, ambient, dark ambient
Duration
4:19
Instrumental
No
Created
3/6/2026