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[INTRO] (spoken-whispered over low rising strings):
“Every mercy I gave…
was another blade against my back.
No more.”
[VERSE 1]
I carved a kingdom out of patience,
Built every stone with steady hands.
But kindness breaks when pride is weightless,
And echoes turn to sinking sand.
I kept the peace while they drew circles,
Around my name with crooked pens—
But pressure births a different heartbeat,
And mine is striking back again.
[PRE-CHORUS]
I held the line, I held my breath,
Gave them grace, and they took the rest.
If war is what they came to test…
Fine.
Let them witness what’s been suppressed.
[CHORUS]
This is my fury unbound,
My feet shaking the ground.
I bend but I don’t bow—
Not now, not now.
They wanted fire and steel?
I’ll give them something to feel.
No guilt inside my chest—
I rise in quiet wrath,
A crown of quiet fury on my head.
[VERSE 2]
They called my softness “easy target,”
Mistook my calm for giving in.
But storms don’t roar until they’re ready,
And then they swallow everything.
I stitched my scars into an anthem,
A warning carved in every beat.
If they crave monsters, I’ll become one—
A truth they never wished to meet.
[PRE-CHORUS 2]
I held the line, I held my breath,
Let them talk while I bled to death.
If chaos is what’s written next…
Then I’ll be chaos at its best.
[CHORUS] (FULL)
This is my fury unbound,
My feet shaking the ground.
I bend but I don’t bow—
Not now, not now.
They wanted fire and steel?
I’ll give them something to feel.
No guilt inside my chest—
I rise in quiet wrath,
A crown of quiet fury on my head.
[BRIDGE] (chant-style, layered vocals)
(Low chant)
Stand firm.
Stand tall.
Don’t fold.
Don’t fall.
(High chant – sharp harmony stabs)
A heart’s not made for surrender.
A soul’s not shaped for chains.
(Lead voice breaks through)
I won’t be loving, soft, or gentle
For those who only deal in pain.
[FINAL CHORUS]
This is my fury unbound,
My footsteps shaking the ground.
I bend but I don’t bow—
Not now, not now.
If they want legends to kneel,
Then I’ll rewrite the ordeal.
No guilt inside my chest—
I rise in quiet wrath,
A crown of quiet fury on my head.
My crown, my throne—
I claim what’s mine alone.
Details
GeneratedDec 1, 2025
Duration3:49
LanguageEnglish
Style
Epic Musical, Dark Theatrical Pop
Thunderous drums,choral stacks,pulsing strings, metallic stomps, harmonies, male vocal
Credits
Prompt byHunterKV
ModelAria v5
