Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro - Soft, shimmering guitars. Distant forest ambience. A single, gentle piano note.] [Calm, wise voice] The hunters come with blood on their boots... We are the quiet ones. We remain. --- [Verse 1 - Atmospheric, slow-building] The hunters come with blood on their boots They tell their tales, they take their loot We patch their wounds, we mend their gear We listen close and calm their fear They speak of monsters, grand and fell Of narrow escapes, of flames from hell We nod and smile and send them on The quiet ones—we carry on --- [Pre-Chorus - Soft strings enter] We do not hunt! We do not kill! We tend the flame with steady will! --- [Chorus - Gentle crescendo, layered] WE ARE THE QUIET ONES, THE ONES WHO STAY BEHIND WE ARE THE QUIET ONES, THE ONES WHO HEAL AND MEND AND FIND THE HERBS THAT STOP THE BLEEDING, THE WORDS THAT EASE THE MIND WE ARE THE QUIET ONES—THE ONES YOU LEAVE BEHIND --- [Verse 2 - More instrumentation] We watch the young ones come with fire Consumed by youth and mad desire They chase the glory, chase the fame They never learn our ancient name We watch the old ones limp back home With broken bones and spirits prone We fix them up, we send them out The quiet ones—we have no doubt they'll be back --- [Pre-Chorus 2] We do not fight! We do not bleed! We tend the light in times of need! --- [Chorus] WE ARE THE QUIET ONES, THE ONES WHO STAY BEHIND WE ARE THE QUIET ONES, THE ONES WHO HEAL AND MEND AND FIND THE HERBS THAT STOP THE BLEEDING, THE WORDS THAT EASE THE MIND WE ARE THE QUIET ONES—THE ONES YOU LEAVE BEHIND --- [Bridge - Spoken over ambient textures] [Elderly voice] A hunter once asked me, "Don't you want the thrill?" I feel it every time you walk out that gate. That's enough thrill for one lifetime. --- [Verse 3 - Emotional] I remember faces without names A thousand hunters, all the same They come, they fight, they fall, they rise I watch it all through ancient eyes I've patched the wounds of Fated Four I've stitched the flesh of legends, more And when they cart, when they don't return The quiet ones—we grieve and learn And wait for the next --- [Guitar Solo - Post-rock, emotional, gentle crescendo] --- [Final Chorus - Massive, then fading] WE ARE THE QUIET ONES, THE ONES WHO STAY BEHIND WE ARE THE QUIET ONES, THE ONES WHO HEAL AND MEND AND FIND THE HERBS THAT STOP THE BLEEDING, THE WORDS THAT EASE THE MIND WE ARE THE QUIET ONES—THE ONES YOU LEAVE BEHIND --- [Outro - Fading to forest sounds] [Whispered] The hunters come... the hunters go... ...and we remain. ...always.
Tags
Ambient, Post-rock, Nerdcore, male
Duration
4:49
Instrumental
No
Created
3/15/2026