Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] You came down hard On a dead red sky Bones in the dirt And a grin in your eye Capes torn up Over broken stone We learned real fast You don't fight alone [Pre-Chorus] He said, "Stand back" Like that meant more But we were already Bleeding on the floor Your crown is rust Your law is a knife We bite back now We want our lives [Chorus] Viltrumite War Burn, burn, burn Viltrumite War We don't turn Viltrumite War Hear that sound We were born in pain Still we won't bow down (born in pain) (still we won't bow down) [Verse 2] Mark hit the wall And got back up Blood on his teeth Still calling your bluff Nolan looked cold But his hands shook loose A family split By a planet's noose Space went black When the punches flew Every lie you told Came back on you [Pre-Chorus] You bred your fear Like it was truth Now it's choking hard In the mouth of youth Every street you took Every world you scarred Now the weak get mean And the strong get hard [Chorus] Viltrumite War Burn, burn, burn Viltrumite War We don't turn Viltrumite War Hear that sound We were born in pain Still we won't bow down (born in pain) (still we won't bow down) [Bridge] Tell your empire It can choke on dust We watched saints turn fools And trust turn rust One more strike Then the whole thing cracks A ruined throne Can't haul you back Can't haul you back [Final Chorus] Viltrumite War Burn, burn, burn Viltrumite War We don't turn Viltrumite War Hear that sound We were born in pain Still we won't bow down Viltrumite War Hands in the air Viltrumite War We were there (born in pain) (still we won't bow down)
Tags
90s grunge with sludgy down-tuned guitars, swinging but heavy drums, and a bass line that grinds in the pocket; verse stays tense and sparse, pre-chorus climbs with feedback and tom rolls, chorus opens into ragged gang shouts and crashing chords, bridge drops to half-time with a single dirty guitar and distant vocal doubles, then final chorus explodes with extra distortion and scratched-up ad-libs. Gritty male vocals, close-mic verses, shouted hook layers, tape hiss, reverse cymbal swells, and a raw, wet, basement-finished mix., grunge
Duration
3:56
Instrumental
No
Created
4/22/2026