Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Cold march Boots on ash Name burned in bark Old oaths, old scars Norn sent Through frostbitten pines Breath like smoke Eyes hard lines Rust on his mail Rime on his beard Ravens above him Circle and jeer Orders in his head Like iron nails “Cut the tongue of the song So the story fails” [Pre-Chorus] He mutters, “Forgive me” To a sky that never speaks back Every step He feels the string go slack [Chorus] The dust settled as the arrows flew Stuck like a pincushion, Bragi fell, it was through God of the verses, bleeding into the grass Mouth full of crimson where the rhymes used to flash The dust settled, and the valley went black Every word he ever wrote turning tar in the cracks I was sent for the song Now the silence will last Bragi fell to his knees… and passed [Verse 2] Gold harp Thrown in mud Honey on his tongue Now honey is blood Bragi, bright eyes Braids full of runes Voice carved halls And carried whole rooms He steps from the birch Bow bent like a vow Heart fights his ribs “Do I end him now?” But fate’s cold hand Writes over doubt Fingers on the string Then he lets hell out [Pre-Chorus] Feathers explode In a storm of sound He can’t take it back Once the gods hit ground [Chorus] The dust settled as the arrows flew Stuck like a pincushion, Bragi fell, it was through God of the verses, bleeding into the grass Mouth full of crimson where the rhymes used to flash The dust settled, and the valley went black Every word he ever wrote turning tar in the cracks I was sent for the song Now the silence will last Bragi fell to his knees… and passed [Bridge] [Guitars drop to half-time chugs, drums pounding] He walks up slow Through the broken reeds Ink-dark blood On his boots and knees “Sing,” he whispers To the empty air But all that answers Is a vacant stare He killed the chorus He crushed the hymn Tore out the tongue So they called on him Name like a knot Name like a thorn “Poetry dies” Signed by Norn [Chorus] The dust settled as the arrows flew Stuck like a pincushion, Bragi fell, it was through God of the verses, bleeding into the grass Mouth full of crimson where the rhymes used to flash The dust settled, and the valley went black Every word he ever wrote turning tar in the cracks I was sent for the song Now the silence will last Bragi fell to his knees… and passed
Tags
Rap, pop, nu-metal, medieval instruments, male voice, orchestra, catchy, soundtrack, theme, techno, cyberpunk, metal
Duration
4:19
Instrumental
No
Created
4/13/2026