Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Black banners on the morning Smoke scars the silver sky Your name burned in the chapels Your crown a crooked lie I carve you from the icons Scratch halos into dust My hands still smell of incense My lungs of rust [Chorus] I set your throne on ashen choirs Hear them sing your fall My fire All your saints in shattered frames Calling out your broken name From the ruins of your empire I rise I rise through ashen choirs [Verse 2] You preached in gilded armor Gold flaked with borrowed grace I learned your sacred language Then spat it in your face Now every bell is war-drums Each hymn a battle-cry Your book becomes my banner Your altar Where you die [Chorus] I set your throne on ashen choirs Hear them sing your fall My fire All your saints in shattered frames Calling out your broken name From the ruins of your empire I rise I rise through ashen choirs [Bridge] Kneel to the silence Where your sermons used to crawl Look how your secrets Bleed on the marble wall I light the candles For every voice you chained They stand behind me Unafraid Unnamed (hey!) [Chorus] I set your throne on ashen choirs Hear them sing your fall My fire All your saints in shattered frames Calling out your broken name From the ruins of your empire I rise I rise through ashen choirs I rise I rise through ashen choirs
Tags
metal, Epic symphonic metal with towering choirs, double-kick barrages, and downtuned guitars in a tight, galloping groove. Strings carve sharp ostinatos under a minor-key lead line; chorus explodes with layered female vocals and stacked harmonies. Bridge drops to half-time with church organ swells, then surges into a final, higher-key chorus and sustained power-note outro., symphonic metal
Duration
4:27
Instrumental
No
Created
4/7/2026