Our Blades Are Sharp

[Intro]
Dark winds whisper the tales of the Dreadfort
Blood and bone, the old scars of war distort
Bolton's shadow, a legacy of pain
In the dark, the flayed, none remain sane

[Verse 1]
In the bleak, icy darkness, they carve their name
With blades so sharp, unleashing deadly fame
A symbol of horror, a message of dread
A flayed man hangs, where the blood has bled

[Pre-Chorus]
Noble or cursed, their secrets are bare
Beneath the skin, nobody cares
Lords of cruelty, masters of fear
House Bolton’s legacy, all too clear

[Chorus]
Our blades are sharp, slicing through the lies
Unveiling the truth hidden in their eyes
A naked man has no secrets too near,
In the darkness, they harvest your fear.

[Verse 2]
Whispers of betrayal, cold northern winds
Their legacy of pain, no soul rescinds
X-shaped marks in the snow so white
The flayed cry out, lost in the night

[Pre-Chorus]
Noble or cursed, their secrets are bare
Beneath the skin, nobody cares
Lords of cruelty, masters of fear
House Bolton’s legacy, all too clear

[Chorus]
Our blades are sharp, slicing through the lies
Unveiling the truth hidden in their eyes
A naked man has no secrets too near,
In the darkness, they harvest your fear.

[Bridge]
Terror’s herald on the Northern shore
No mercy shown, their wrath implores
In the shadow of the old gods’ stare
Bolton’s hate, a brutal affair

[Outro]
So beware the flayed, beware the cold
In the land of shadows, stories unfold
Their mark remains, etched in despair
House Bolton’s call, a bone-chilling prayer.

Death metal, brutal, dark atmospheres, heavy guitars, fast drums, guttural vocals, male